I’m not really sure whether old age is catching up with me, or whether I am just losing it, but I find more and more that I am saying and doing some really dumb things. For example the other week I was washing a couple of frying pans, unfortunately you cannot put everything in the dishwasher. Anyway I was busily washing these frying pans and all of a sudden I thought to myself, “Gee that bottle of dish washing liquid was a big one, I thought we only bought a small bottle”. We did, I was washing the frying pans in floor cleaner, you can eat off my floors.
On other occasions Brian will ask me a perfectly innocent question, something like, “Where is the TV remote”, and I will answer something like, “Up the potato”, or I might ask him to “Get the sauce out of the linen press”. He just shakes his head, he cannot believe the dribble that comes out of my mouth sometimes.
One can only wonder what a psychologist would make of this, I choose to think I have so much going around in my head that I get “confused”, I have a cluttered mind. That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Fortunately when I write I do not have the same problem. Goodnight and thank you for reading.