Getting old and forgetful?

My husband made his usual weekly sojourn to our farm on Monday, and returned yesterday arvo. It has been very warm to hot, hot, hot, this last week. He did some shearing, and as he is not exactly young any more, (67) he found it a bit hard going. This is because most if not all shearing sheds in this country are made of iron sheeting. Silly really, when you consider the climate. I am accustomed to the shearing being done in September, which is Spring, and no where near as hot as now. But the sheep have to be shorn when their wool has been grown for twelve months, no matter what time of year that is. He is growing some pumpkins in the fenced off shed enclosure, and keeps the gate closed so the sheep do not get in and destroy his crop.
He arrived home a bit later than I thought he would, as he was mainly watering the pasture. He had various other tasks to do, which took longer. When he had had time to have a cool drink and relax a bit, he drove me to the shops so I could do some errands. Usually on a Tuesday, my friend Sue and I go out for coffee and I do them then. Her son's car has broken down, starter motor packed up, and she is without transport.
We had to deliver some items to Sue that I had purchased last week, but which Neville forgot to put in the trolley when he packed it. He picked them up this week. Then we came home and Neville had a bath and lay on the bed to listen to the cricket. He fell asleep, which is not surprising after what he had been doing, though he will never ackowledge he is getting 'past it!'
After tea, I was doing something on the computer, when he came it looking a bit nonplussed, and said he thought he had forgotten to shut the gate to the shed enclosure. He said he had better go back and check. Now, this is not a short trip. It is 80klms to Naracoorte and an extra expense we could do without. I asked if he was going this morning, and he said no, he had better go there and then.
I decided to go with him, as it was cool outside and I needed to get out of the house. When we arrived at the farm, the sheep were just coming up over the small hill to the North of the sheds and heading in the direction of the sheds. We headed them off as they are unpredicable and stupid animals and very seldom do what you want them to.They had not been in the yard, but it would have been a different story if we had waited until this morning. Mission accomplished. Pumpkins saved!