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I was just thinking yesterday that if I didn’t laugh at myself, I’d probably cry.

What happened you see, is that I was madly searching for my sunglasses. I looked everywhere as Michael was waiting for me…the pressure was on. Eventually, I found them and put them on. We walked for about half a K, and he asked me why I required two pairs.

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Well there’s a pair on your face and there’s a pair on your head”

I wondered who put them there. It couldn’t possibly have been me, I would’ve remembered doing that.

That brings to mind the time I was chatting to mum. I’ve done this a few times actually. I needed to access a phone number and I couldn’t find my phone for the life of me. I told mum I was very sorry but someone must have stolen my phone.

I was cranky now because a lost phone is almost as bad as a lost wallet. Everything is ON it….or IN it. I waltzed into the milk bar where I bought my sausage roll and Iced coffee, and asked the little shop assistant if I had left my phone there……she began to talk and I excused myself as I Spoke to mum on the other end of the line.

“Mum, just checking if my phone is in the shop, hold on”

“Your phone?”


“You mean the one you are talking on”

“Well that’s just stupid” I replied.

I have asked myself many times if this typical behaviour is early Dementia.

“No, your mind is just full of other things…” People reassure me.

So when I open the fridge, grab the tomatoes, and the plastic bag is upside down…..result equals tomato sauce on the floor….is that Dementia too or just bad luck????? -N


"I have been writing and creating images all my life-though it's only now, that I have finally let in the light" ~N.Martin

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