A similar thing used to happen with my God daughter, who's a twin - her Mum got sick of being asked if they were twins, so if asked, she'd look down, look slightly horrified and say "Oh no, I've taken the wrong stroller!".

You have to wonder, with some people.

Are they twins?

Are they feet?

Facepalm, that's the expression I'm looking for.

A relative by marriage had 2 sets of twins.

4 girls - 18 months apart. 

All 4 completely different looking. 

1 pair blonde and brunette.    Then the next pair blonde and brunettte.

And not one of 'em looked like another one.   Weird

So she was asked A LOT

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That is beautiful, do you mind if I borrow it?

I love that too djilukjilly,  can I borrow it from you after you borrow it from ecar please if it's okay for him to lend it to you and you lend it to me?

Thank you Djilukjilly.

Of course, if you two would like to use the artwork I'd be very flattered.

I saw it and I liked it, you saw it and you like it.

15 degrees at midday, and wet. Two days ago it we were struggling with 30 thereabouts degrees.

The poor old man cockatoo was huddled, shivering, sitting at chest height in a wattle tree when I found him, today.

Poor miserable little thing. I told him if he came round the back there's be breakfast.

He knows me better than I know myself - by the time I'd finished a cuppa, there he was, all ready to be made a fuss over.

I don't think I've ever seen him eat so much! It didn't take him long to liven up, and look better.

He's headed off to "his" tree, where he can sit and survey the goings on, in the garden, happy as anything.