It's finally happened. I've turned into my mother, as we all do eventually.
While she was still alive, we'd usually all come together for Christmas, squash into our old house, eat too much, reminisce and enjoy each others company. Since there weren't quite so many of us then, we could all just about fit into the same car and go off in the afternoon for an outing. My mother would sit happily in the passenger's seat, listening to the radio.
Our local radio station had its firm favourites and a short playlist. That year it, like the rest of us, had been impressed by Titanic. Wherever we went, the blasted song would come on before we'd reached the end of our road and my mother would pipe up , "Who's that singing?". And everybody would chorus, "It's Celine Dion, Granny".
The other day I was sitting in the hairdresser's, trying to remain positive about my fringe, when there was something about the song on the radio … "Who's that singing?".
Yes of course, it was Celine Dion and her new song, whatever it's called…….
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