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In Memory of My Memory

Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba often find myself staring blanking into the fridge wondering what I am doing there, what I’m looking for The building that once housed each of my living moment Sometimes like a faulty computer recycles information It is there, somewhere, just takes longer to be accessed Like my missing utensils, its all stored in some kind of bin It’s that thing, you know that thing, that thingamajig then I discover what it is called, oh it one of them well, who uses a tea strainer anyway these days Or people’s name who I know well ‘Oh there’s you know who, what’s her name again If I’m lucky something about her will bring it back That actor, the one being interviewed on Lorraine Who is he again? come on Jude, you know who he is after a few minutes of intense brain activity, it hurts right in the centre of my forehead Oh yes that’s Phil Mitchell, him off Eastenders married to Sharon, has a son called Ben In conversation a random word erupts without a thought bearing no vague relation to what I have been talking about metaphors and other over used sayings come out all mixed up the early bird gathers no moss, why cry over spilt milk you can save it for a rainy day, get what I’m trying to say? Walking round the shop hoping for a visual clue on the shelves there is one thing I know I desperately need but what can it be as always I have forgotten the darned shopping list at home then as I open the door on my return, it comes rushing back loo rolls that’s what it was, kitchen towel will have to do ………….. if I need the loo History is very often reconstructed when I retell it Churchill met his Waterlo Thanks to Google, I can search for useful facts and information Talking of technology, as an aide memoire Alexa is great When I ask her what the weather is like today, she’ll say The Prime Minister is Theresa May, I’m none the wiser in fact more confused, back in the day I’d just pop outside The alarm I set on the to remind of some important event thinking the mobile phone yes that will not let me down next thing I know the alarms just gone off, its two days late! Yep, I had set the wrong time and date!

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Date: 3/18/2022 12:09:00 PM
Nice one, Judy, you didn't forget a thing! Aloha!
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