Honestly, my brain is only worth throwing away. Forgetfulness is just a nice name for it. A few swear words are much better, they seem to relieve the inner feelings much faster. It isn’t just the forgetfulness, though, its interpreting what all the little notes mean. You might guess that once written forgetfulness takes over and the mind has to decipher what the hell I was thinking about when writing the note. It’s a reminder! Yes, but what was it reminding me about?
One instance is a note found by the laptop with the words TOILET PAPER ALTERNATIVE. What the hell was that, I wonder. I spent a good hour trying to fathom it out. I mean, why would I want an alternative to toilet paper? It wasn’t as if I needed to buy more, there’s a fair stack of toilet rolls in my supply cupboard.
Whilst typing this I noticed a delivery man park his van opposite my house. He was loaded with parcels for three of the neighbours and guess what … not one for me.
Oh well, this was/is my attempt at writing a proper blog and testing the typing skills. The skills need sorting. Gone are the days when I could do hundreds of words per minute and get praised for achieving top marks. I can still type blindfolded but if I dare to look at my fingers everything goes haywire. Answer: keep eyes on screen at all times.