I got up early this morning, unsure as to when to expect a man knocking on my door to collect my car for its service and MOT!
Going to get my first cup of coffee I discovered that I was out of milk! The latest on line grocery arrived yesterday minus any milk....my fault not theirs.
So naturally I then got a call telling me that my car would be collected in half an hour so no time to pop to the shops!
My memory now is atrocious!
It's the first time I've forgotten milk but lots of other things and events escape my attention until it's too late!
I've never been good with names...I have sticky labels with names on if I'm baptising or marrying someone, pasted into my prayer books.
Meeting people face to face brings a moment of slight panic but usually I can get away with...." Remind me of your children's names." Accompanied with a smile of course.
It's very tempting to ascribe all this to being ancient but the truth is I've always struggled with names.
Other small things though are getting more difficult to explain away...
It's when there are several of us ancient ones together that it becomes funny...to laugh together because we've forgotten where the meeting is being held is, or what we need to talk about is very reassuring.......it's not just me!
My car has now been picked up and another car left in its place...
Spending a day in the garden is the plan...but this has it problems too. I forget the names of some of the plants...and get so cross with myself that I have to come back in and look them up!
But being ancient is not really a problem because half the time I forget that I am!
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