This is a little piece from the book I'm working on at the moment. My teenage character has somehow been transported back to 1979 and her mother's house - who is the same age as her. Here, they're chatting to her mum's Nan....
‘She’s got these hot irons, Nan.’
‘Straighteners,’ I tell her. Then worry that this might be too much information and might change the course of history. Would it? ‘They’re very big in America,’ I add just to make it seem more believable that Julie has never seen any before.
‘Like my curling tongs only flat.’ Julie explains. ‘And my hair feels really nice – but it’s not very fashionable. Nothing like Jill Monroe in Charlie’s Angels.’ She swishes her lovely golden mane around her shoulders and I wonder how come she’s so difficult to please?
‘Oh yes the girl who’s married to that nice Six Million Dollar Man…,’ her Nan nods. ‘Now she’s very attractive, Julie, but you really mustn’t go around wanting to be somebody you’re not. It’s not good for you. You are who you are and you have to make the most of it – not try to turn yourself into somebody else…’
‘I’m not, Nan!’ Julie scowls crossly. ‘I just like the way she looks – everybody wants to be Farrah Fawcett Majors. Everybody!’
‘I don’t,’ her Nan winks over at me.
‘Neither do I,’ I wink back.
Ah - there’s nothing like bonding with your great grandmother (deceased).