Getting on a bit...

I had a senior moment today. I went down to the basement to get the laundry and hang it out to dry as it is such a lovey day. So, I get down the stairs and walk the 10 feet towards the utilityroom, stops outside and cannot for my life remember what I went into the basement for. I stand there for a good few minutes trying to remember but decide that it was to get an ice-cream. I pick out the ice-cream I want and go back upstairs and eat it while sitting on the porch.

Two bites into it I remember... crap... the laundry! Well, I'm not going downstairs just yet, I'll wait until I've finished my ice-cream. I finish and head back down into the basement. To make sure I won't forget I bring a laundrybag with me (it ought to do the trick). But!! I somehow find myself in the bathroom and again, have to think what it was that made me go downstairs. I raise my hand to give myself a slap on the forehead for being sooo stupid and then I see it. The laundrybag! So I head into the utilityroom and do what I should have done instead of having the ice-cream.

I managed to go back upstairs without getting lost.

Hopefully I won't have to pack my bags for the"holiday home" where you spend your days playing Bingo and discussing the best laxative. Phew!