Everytime I come out of somewhere and have to go to my car it is strange because one of the main things I look at when I’m looking around to pick out my car amongst the others is the number plate. And it is different now. I will get used to it. It is like when someone you know gets new glasses or a different haircut or something. They still mostly look like themselves but something in your brain sets of a little alert each time you see them, saying “this isn’t right!”