It turns out my daughter took time out from inhaling bushfire smoke in Sydney yesterday to also get a piercing. Twinsies! The difference was, she got a septum piercing, which I’m less enthusiastic about. I also have a hole in my septum (no, not from snorting cocaine, but thanks for asking), and I find it quite irritating. It makes a high pitched whistling noise when I breathe in which I hope only I can hear.
You can also tell that she’s the only daughter who doesn’t get hayfever. The rest of us can just imagine the piles of shredded tissues come summer.