If we were to sit down for a coffee one day, you might find me whinging about something to do with genes.
Cos we’ve got all sorts in my family and some are a bit of a pain. We’ve got the genes for anxiety, autism, ADHD, short legs and podgy thighs. Oh yes and the gene or genes for addiction too.
On Paul’s side of the family there is one of the BRCA genes, which is deadly serious. Our daughter can be tested when she’s an adult to see if she has it.
But on a lighter note, on my side we have the gene for not going grey.
Now you can say what you like about my dear, deceased Dad, and trust me, we did. But he and his brother, Uncle Andrew, had relatively few grey hairs even in their 60s and 70s.
This year, scientists from University College London identified the gene for grey hair. It’s name is IRF4 and it regulates melanin, the pigment which gives hair its colour and our eyes too. Read more here.
I definitely don’t have it.
I have one grey hair on the top of my head. her name is Mabel. There are a couple of new cheeky ones too above my left ear. But that’s it so far, and I’m 52 years old.
I am saving a fortune in hair dye.
Now my husband has a fine head of grey hair and he looks very handsome indeed. He also had the genetic gifts of long legs and never overeating.
I may be a short-legged dipsomaniac with the attention span of a gnat and the athleticism of a tortoise, but my hair is its real colour and I have my own teeth.
Thanks, Dad. Also for the sense of humour and a dash of your sheer bloodymindedness.
Have you found any family genes that come into their own as you age?
Fancy a coffee and a moan anytime?