Up until today, I thought I knew just about everything there was to know about twins.
Firstly, because I am a twin. And secondly, because I have twin brothers. We have a twin club and no-one else is invited. Not even mum and dad.
I know that as a kid being called “twinny” made me want to punch grown adults in the throat.
I know what it’s like to be pinched on the arm before someone laughs so loud a little bit of spittle gets in your eye, and they exclaim, “DID YOUR TWIN FEEL THAT?”
No. No they didn’t.
I know how embarrassing it is to walk past a mirrored corridor at uni and say, “Hey Clare, I didn’t know you were at uni today!” before slowly realising she most definitely is not.