Either I am getting old or
my fall off the ladder last January was so traumatic that I was rendered
amnesiac as to what I was doing on the ladder in the first place. Just to go back to the beginning of this
observation, all was calm on Friday morning as we prepared to start our
Christmas baking and decorating the house for the festive season. After making a lovely “statement floral
arrangement” I wanted to put my Christmas angel on the buffet to counter
balance the drama but do you think I could find my box of Santas and
angel? I searched high and low for 3
days, triple checking every rubber storage tub I had, crawled under beds,
climbed up on ladders looking on shelves, including the one where I
subsequently ended up finding the items!
I could see nothing because I was looking for a box. This morning my brother looked up on my
bedroom shelf and asked “what’s in those bags at the back” and a glimmer of a
memory came back to me.
Ranting, raving, and feeling
utterly baffled for three days now I feel relieved but also a little concerned,
is old age catching up to me or can I put this on the fact that when we were
cleaning up that shelf last year I ended up crashing off the ladder and whacked
me knee so badly that I hobbled around for almost 10 months? I’m kind of going with the latter but I can’t
help being a little doubtful.
All I can recommend is “mark
everything down and don’t, I repeat, don’t lose the list”!
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