I rang my family last night (to warn of an impending package and negotiate some money from the bank of Mum and Dad), and spoke to my little sister first:
'Mum's finishing her dinner... She says ring her back in 5 minutes.'
'Can't I just talk to you for 5 minutes?'
'Why? I've got nothing to say to you.'
Humph. Yeah well, I managed to keep her in some sort of conversation for 3 1/2 minutes, before my Mum took over.
'So, did she tell you her bit of news?'
'Umm no, she was rubbish, and didn't want to talk to me.'
'Well... [dramatic pause] ...she became a woman this week.'
Cue momentarily silence from me as I work this one out.
'Oh God! Poor kid. That sucks. Now she knows how rubbish it is to be a woman. And its for the reat of her life. Nearly.'
So there you have it. My baby sister is reproductively mature and I'm officially old. Am I mean to be jealous that she didn't start her periods til 13 1/2 years, and I was only 12?