Then I was coming back to my bungalow having had a lovely meal and evening with my family and realised that, although I had my camera case it was empty, I had left my camera on their settee so will have to pick that up today sometime too.
I don't know who penned this poem, it sound rather like a Pam Ayres one, but it's definitely describing me.
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Often times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
I am thankful that although I left bits behind I know where they are.
I had a great day with Rufus and he was very good for me
I know that my camera has a lot of new photos of my little grandson on