Smelly, brown and beautiful, the girls are back in town. This morning I took them for their jabs. Their Pa is hoiking them off to the Himalayas shortly. The youngest went in first, and was being set up for typhoid and Hep A as the eldest and I hoved into view. Two injections were expertly administered. "Over in no time," the nurse mused, moving the youngest to the other side of the room as the eldest took her place. A strangely meandering woman who had spelt Delhi as in telly, she wandered off to top-up on serum. "Don't they look alike? I keep forgetting which is which." My daughters are certainly similar. But one is dark skinned and blue eyed. And the other light skinned and brown eyed. And four inches broader. And three years older... This didn't stop the nurse refilling her syringes, approaching the newly jabbed youngest, now in the opposite corner of the room, and jabbing her again. As we collapsed in hysterics, unable to believe what had happened, she said: "Oh dear. Well it's only the typhoid. She's doubly safe now."