Today I made a traumatic discovery.
I phoned Norton Priory, to enquire about possible dates for a school trip in May, and realised as I was waiting to be transfered that I have developed a "telephone voice". I'm not just imagining it; a colleague in the room with me confirmed it.
It may not be anywhere near as pronounced as Hyacinth Bucket, but it's still a shock.
I am turning into my mother...