Old and forgetful

My day went a little like this:

Got dressed, packed for work and netball afterwards, and left the house. Sat down at my desk and opened the drawer where my laptop usually lives and it was nowhere to be found. Cue forehead-smacking moment #1. Went all the way home again to get it.

Smoothie time came around and I stood at my desk checking I had enough money then made for the lift lobby. As the lift dinged at Ground, I realised I hadn’t taken the right purse-thing (i.e. no cash), forehead-smacking moment #2, so immediately went straight back upstairs.

Grabbed the correct purse, thought ‘Aha! Needed to bank that cheque anyway’, and merrily went on my way without my security pass. Forehead-smacking moment #3: Realised the lack of access to the office only after banking in the cheque. Some would argue this is a good thing in 20 degree sunshine, but having only started work at about 10.30 this morning, I ran back to HSBC to look for it. Gave up when it dawned on me that security at the branch wouldn’t appreciate someone a) leaving an unattended item, or b) searching under tables and between ATMs like a maniac, so gave up quickly. Decided I REALLY needed the smoothie after this, and then had to sheepishly sidle up to reception where she called the cavalry (and my manager) to come get me.

And that’s not the last of it – last week I managed to magic away our spare electric toothbrush refills because for once I bothered to actually put them away responsibly and then promptly forgot where I had put them. There was a lot of looking high and low after that too.

And I was reading today about early onset Alzheimer’s also -_-