Queen Jean

This is Jean. She has lived on this street since the 1930s, her entire life. As a young woman Jean was badly injured in a road accident, and since then her legs haven’t functioned normally.  Jean was already quite old when I got to know her, and had become housebound except for her weekly jaunt to the hairdressers who kept her hair red as a raspberry. Recently, following a spell in hospital she moved to a care home. For our jubilee party, kind neighbours whisked her back to the street where she performed the ribbon cutting ceremony. I think she bears an uncanny resemblance to the ageing monarch Elizabeth I. Do you agree?