Memory's an odd thing, and it gets odder as age creeps remorselessly up on me. From the perspective of 4 days hence I cannot remember a single bloody thing that I can say with certainty that I have done on this day. Nothing. Not who I went out with, if anyone, or what struck me as odd or funny. No idea who I spoke to on the phone, what I watched on telly. The mind simply won't stretch that fa back anymore. Yet I can remember being n my pushchair and stretching out for an ice cream. Or can I? Was it later in life that I thought I remembered that and my memory is simply a recollection of what I though I'd recalled then?
So what did I eat on this day? This thought triggers something. H had bought thin steaks from Asda, but I never got round to cooking mine. Does this help with the rest of the day? Not a bit.
So I go for my diary. This may explain what my brain is doing for me. Sparing me the anguish of the recollection of a combined 4 and a half hours of the 2 S's. S2 has his test again a week today and seems intent on trebling the fault score from last time!
Appear to have had most of the afternoon off. As to what I did with the time available I have no clue. Probably this day that I collected Emsy from M's. Otherwise a blur a blur a blur.
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