"You know you're turning into your mother when" -

Whenever I say ‘does it matter?’.

It was her mantra and often made me realise ‘no, not really I suppose’ and immediately felt a lot better.
I do miss her wise words and comforting presence.

There, I’ve welled up now.

If I started saying 'I'm worried about....' it would be a warning sign that my DM was surfacing, though it's nearly 38 years since she died.

I sound like my bloody mother. I come out with the bloody irritating things she says. 'Why on earth are you watching that crap?'. 'It's like Blackpool Illuminations in here.'

You find yourself saying to your 40-something year old D, “I’m feeling cold today hadn’t you better put a cardi on” ! ???

You find yourself saying to DS (36) 'if you're that cold, put a vest on'!

My mother used to dilute Zoflora and put it into a spray bottle. Guess who now has spray bottle handy?

...you catch a fleeting glimpse of her as you pass a mirror in some shop - even though she’s been dead for 5 years!
Enough to give anyone a funny turn.

I'd know I was turning into my mother if I ever fancied a fag. Luckily, that's never happened.
However, every time I look in a mirror I see my Dad.

Every morning when I look in the mirror and see my mother looking back at me!

(I don’t really mind, she was the best mother ever).