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Some of you may have noticed I forgot to do my last two blog posts, so I decided I had better start writing this before I forgot the topic altogether. I have reached the grand old age of seventy-three, and my short-term memory is now rubbish. I have a lot of friends of a similar age, and they are finding exactly the same thing. The decline seems to start around seventy. I flagged this up to a doctor a few years back, and his response was “People of high cognitive ability notice small changes earlier than others. Stop worrying.” A nice compliment, but not much help really. I frequently find myself in a room, wondering why on earth I went in there in the first place. Most distressing is not being able to remember what word I want – and yet, once in the front of the computer, I seem to have no trouble at all. It’s speech, I think. If I need to remember something I say it out loud, and I remember the sound of the word. Writing it down helps too, because it could be that I remember the tact...

IDEAL MOTHER'S DAY GIFT!!!  She gave birth to you, so show her you care with this thing for removing the dead skin off her poor peeling old feet. Yes, it’s Mother’s Day on Sunday in the UK, so there’s been an outbreak of ‘suitable gift’ ads, this one was on TV. I have seen in shop windows such things as kitchen waste bins, washing up bowls, and aprons displayed with ‘FOR MOTHERS DAY!’ signs, as if we’ve not suffered enough. On the other hand, when not scrubbing or throwing out rubbish, Mums are delicate creatures who can’t use anything unless it’s covered in pink flowers, even tools. Flowery secateurs from M&S for when someone's about to be 'all thumbs'  Like these secateurs: very useful, because when torturing one of your henchmen who’s been caught skimming off the top, it’s nice to have something dainty-looking to do it with. Of course there are masses of flower (though the prices are hiked up to their armpits for that weekend) and chocolate ads. Wimmi...