We’ve been learning a lot recently, and one of the things has involved our appearance, specifically S’s appearance. I wear glasses, S doesn’t; my head is always covered, S doesn’t use a hood unless it’s raining. But that’s not always true. The school holidays have freed S to go to Nero’s earlier in the day, often very early when there’s nobody about. From the odd picture – she took an accidental selfie, as an example – she is out with no glasses and no hood, but that’s new. What we’ve learnt is that if there is a chance of bumping into someone who knows me then she will dress as I would, including the glasses she clearly doesn’t need. The earlier she can be out and about, the more “her” she is – a top with no hood, glasses left at home. As the morning progresses, the more like me she becomes – a hooded top but with the hood down, glasses in a pocket ready to pop on. S no longer wants to pretend to be me, is happier now she can do her own thing, but is aware that the more like me she looks the more she can get away with a quick “hello” to anyone we might see rather than additional conversation – she’s previously been asked if we’ve got contacts, as an example. It makes sense to be able to pass as me, the part people know, while not having to actively pretend to be me and make small talk. I’ve explained this very badly, but I’m immensely proud of S and how she navigates both the town we live in and the people in it.