My Forgetter

My Forgetter is definitely getting better. Yesterday I took Rufus out for the day, no thankfully, I didn't leave him behind anywhere, but I did leave my library book, that I had waited months for, behind in Costa coffee shop. When I got back to my Son's place I phone them and yes it was there so I will go back today to pick it up.
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