They however, have been parted from each other far less often. They have often been on the same school trips and holidays. Over the years, their once-separate friendship groups have converged and the twins have seen something of each other each day both in school and out.
They make each other laugh and are usually completely on each other’s side.
When they were about four, I was working in the kitchen one day when they marched in purposefully together.
With a grave face, Carenza asked me: ”Mummy, what do you call somebody who isn’t a twin?”
The answer was, “A singleton.”
From now until Christmas, they will both be singletons. I just hope it doesn’t hurt too much.