Is é mo ainm Hannah

Today I think I did the fail of all fails. I got to the car park outside the shopping mall and it was dark. I walked over to my car and put the key in the door, it felt a little stiff but it turned. I was thinking “its not that cold, surely it can’t be frozen.”. I took my key out the door and sat in, and got that “something is not right feeling”. I realised it smelled strange, like scented candles. I then began to panic that someone had been in my car I noticed my ice scrapper missing from the dashboard I looked down and saw my green umbrella that I left in the boot on the floor, the cold sweats continued. I then spotted a deicer, and realised I didn’t have one in that bottle. I looked at my mum, “err, I don’t think this is my car”
“Don’t be stupid Hannah of course it is your car”
“no mum, I really do not think this is my car” I jumped out and looked over the car and saw my car one up from me, separated by a large silver car. Panicing we both closed the door, I tried desperately to lock it but my key wouldn’t do it.
I contemplated running but then thought of the car being out in the middle of a crime ridden town unlocked. I managed to pluck up the courage to go to security in the mall and got them to lock the car from the inside. Which if I had thought about it would have known I could do, seeing as we have the SAME BLOODY CAR.
My Mum took a picture cause not only did we have the same car, it was also in exactly the same position in the space.
And like all good stories this also has a punch line, I left my car park ticket in the other car.

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.

It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached a fearful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.

One day, to make the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
We got completely mixed;

And thus, you see, by fate’s decree,
Or rather nurse’s whim,
My brother John got christened me,
And I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And I was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool.

I put this question, fruitlessly,
To everyone I knew,
“What would you do, if you were me,
To prove that you were you?”

Our close resemblance turned the tide
Of my domestic life,
For somehow, my intended bride
Became my brother’s wife.

In fact, year after year the same
Absurd mistakes went on,
And when I died, the neighbours came
And buried brother John.