Losing my mind

If I haven't already lost it. Do you find as you get older that your memory isn't quite what it used to be? I have found I need to write myself sticky notes or particularly if I'm at work and need to remember something for the next day I email myself at home, that kind of thing.

But making lunch today I knew I had cheese, I had bought a huge block, we'd already had some of it, but couldn't for the life of me now find it. Until a bit later I went to the freezer, and there was my block of cheese, frozen solid! What on earth did I put it in the freezer for? So tell me, cheese will thaw out okay won't it? It was pretty solid, that's for sure.

Then the whole memory thing really hit home this morning. Let me backtrack. My darling old friend who used to live across the road, got married in her 70's and moved away. She rings me about once a month to see how things are going, we keep an eye on her house, and we have a lovely little chat. We had one of those chats yesterday morning, probably were on the phone for about 20 minutes.

This morning the phone rang again and it was my old neighbour. "Hello love, it's your old mate here, thought I'd give you a call to see how you're going". I didn't have the heart to tell her we'd already talked yesterday.

So I guess my cheese incident wasn't too bad after all, just an oversight. Now I'm really worried for my old friend.

And again going down the memory path, I have just in the last 30 minutes finished another page for the book for my nephews, so this one is hot off the press, so to speak. I was thinking with the pages I had done previously with Mike interacting with the kids, I better grab a couple of photos of me to put in the album too. So went back through my photos and found these gems. Poor David, whether he wanted to or not, he was getting a hug!! Which incidentally I must add, I'm quite famous for my most excellent hugs!

Credits Designer Digitals.


Must go ... figure out dinner!