Dear Fatty

I had a few ideas about what to write over the last couple of weeks, in fact I can recall the moments exactly. Where I was, what I was doing, seeing, eating, smelling even wearing. You know what I can't recall… What I was going to write about. 

It seems the older I get the more my brain becomes increasingly unpredictable… thankfully I'm not talking about turning into one of the loonies that suddenly starts yelling at people on the street (having said that, if people don't start respecting personal space we wont rule anything out).No, for now It has more to do with my memory, that is, how and when it decides to work. 

The other day I was in the car and discovering I'd forgotten my Ipod (a life without my iPod doc seems so long ago) turned on the radio… to my surprise I could sing along to every single song they played, I'm not exaggerating… as each new verse blared from my tiny speakers I surprised myself with my lyric prowess. Sure I count myself pretty creepily attuned to remembering lyrics but I don't even remember listening to the songs in the first place. 

There I was raping, scatting, singing and cooing until I arrived at my destination to discover I had completely forgotten why I was there. 

So my faithful bloggers, cheers to those that had to walk up and down your stairs five time to today as each time you forgot why you were doing it yet can quote on demand the choice lines from your favourite tv shows… stay safe and when in doubt - write it down - I mean after all - what else is the back of your hand is for ^_^

Looking forward to hearing some of the things you've forgotten recently… unless you can't remember them ;) 

The story behind the illo is my little ode to the amazing Dawn French - I don't know what it is about her but she's always made me giggle - this is a little scene I envisioned when reading little excerpts of her book "Dear Fatty"