It never rains but it pours
It rained yesterday.
Actually, it wasn’t so much rain as a deluge. It was like a herd of incontinent elephants all letting rip incessantly.
And when it wasn’t pissing down in buckets, it was just raining normally.
You may have gathered by now that it was quite wet yesterday?
I wanted to go down for the paper, but I put it off until very late in the afternoon when the deluge had subsided a bit.
I went out the front door, and then I remembered.
On Friday, the car battery was showing signs of lacking that vital spark. You know what I mean? You turn the ignition key and the engine sounds like a dog who is about to throw up? Not a pleasant sound at all, at all. Undeterred, I hooked up the battery charger, and plugged everything in. I left it on slow charge, and reminded myself to remind myself to unhook it before going to bed.
I forgot.
So there was the car in front of me, sitting in a puddle and all gleaming wet and the bonnet wide open. Fuck!!
I unhooked it all, and drove down for the paper.
The battery is singing along and I have a nice clean engine.
Having a bad memory isn’t all bad.
“….. and reminded myself to remind myself ……..
I forgot.”
This put a good giggle in me this morning. Mostly cuz it smacked me in my familiar zone.
You know we all do things sometimes without being aware of why, and yet the thing we were not aware of turns out alright. Grandad you don’t have a bad memory you just selectively pick and choose the most important knowing the other “things” will take care of themselves, brilliant!!! And who said you aren’t the fox in the hen house?
Welcome Marianne! Glad I could cheer someone up of a Monday morning. I wish someone would cheer me up.
John – Now that you mention it, I do tend to remember things like where I put that last pack of baccy or when the pub opens. It’s the trivial things in life I generally forget, like paying bills.