Sunday, January 28, 2007

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next, you forget to pull your zipper up and finally you forget to pull it down - George Burns


Once upon a time, a long, long time ago (well, last August, actually), the lovely and talented Maryb told us all about this book. Obviously it was a 'must read' so I rushed out and bought it immediately. 'Rushed out' in this case is a bit strong; I ordered it online from Amazon. The book duly arrived, I unpacked it and put it on the top of my pile of books to read, intending to dip into it at the earliest opportunity. Over the course of the next few months it occurred to me every now and then that I couldn't recall seeing the book where I'd left it and I must make an extra effort to seek it out and read it, especially Mary's bit. Usually this thought came to me at 'inconvenient for searching' moments, e.g. whilst I was shopping in Sainsbury's, driving on the M25 and by the time I was in any position to do so I'd forgotten all about it.

A few days ago, confined to the house with the coughs and sneezes, my head cleared long enough to recall my mission to FIND THE BOOK. It wasn't where I'd put it, it wasn't on the bookshelves, it wasn't anywhere. I seriously began to think that I hadn't ordered it at all! Then...........this morning.................Eureka!!!!! It was lurking in the bag that I carry all of my Ottershaw Players' stuff around in and which has been in regular, constant use since October, if not before. Is there any hope left for me, d'you think?

What a great book and well worth the long wait. Congratulations on your story, Mary; so wonderfully evocative of childhood.

Now where did I put that damn book???????????


The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. - Friedrich Nietzsche


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May I introduce you to Mitch:



"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "where is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
"Cats," he said eventually. "Cats are nice." - Terry Pratchett (Sourcery).

3 comments:

MaryB said...

Aw, thanks, Chris! I'll let you ride my tricycle sometime! (Hope your cold's better now.)

Liz said...

Oh, look you see, you've reminded me that I didn't order it. Oh and that's reminded me of something else I haven't done today in particular. I would be really something if I had a memory.

Clare said...

Ahh lovely cat. *Sneeze*. I like cats, but only when I'm not within sneezing distance...I hope you're feeling better now?