The neonatal nurse isn’t sure which baby is which.

She shrugs and registers you both as ‘Baby Collins’.

She places you head to toe in the same crib and hopes someone else can work it out for her.

Hours later your father stares at you through the glass, then he too shrugs and takes out a coin. Heads for the one with her head at the right end, tails for the one lying the wrong way around he thinks. Flipping it high into the air the coin comes down tails sealing your fate.

You become the responsible older sister while your twin gets spoilt as the cute but unreliable baby of the family. You’re never quite sure if you’ve been winning or loosing since birth…