Senior moment that is. Yesterday, I was waiting for the delivery of a door, and, as I had no idea when it would come, I postponed having my breakfast. I HATE soggy cereal.
I was obviously distracted by something, because, when I was making myself a coffee later in the morning, I could not find the milk. I knew the carton was nearly full, and there was no evidence of it being put out to be recycled. I hunted high and low. Nothing.
Then it struck me, I might have put it in the pantry instead of the cereal. Voila! There it was.
Oldtimers has struck again.
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I'm beginning to worry about you. This is how it all starts.
How what starts? don't know what you mean.
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