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Got talking to a Gran and some kids – as one does – at the ice-cream parlour this afternoon (Heidesheim, main drag, the Tiramisu ice-cream is a dream…) and asked two of them if they were sisters.

“We’re twins” they piped up in unison.

Well, they didn’t look as un-twin-like as the two in the picture (the Balasco twins if the Daily Telegraph’s to be believed and thanks for the snap, btw), but “chalk” and “cheese” did drift through the cranial vacuum.

One of them had straight red hair, the other was a curly-haired brunette, one of them looked like Julia Roberts and the other one looked like Gena Rowlands, so I said

We REALLY ARE twins” they chorused “Look, we’ve even got the same earrings”

Talk about feminine logic…

“So if I saw someone walking down the road wearing the same (spiffy pair of Chucks) shoes, he’d be my brother and my twin to boot…?”

Got them on that one.

So I asked one of them how old she was.

“Eight” she said.

“And you?”

“Ha! I’m also eight” in a can’t-fool-me voice.

I can tell that they’ve pulled this stunt before….