John Wasn't
Sixty Years

My Forgetter 
Not only is grumpiness setting in but forgetfulness rules! I nearly forgot to do this today, so I then found myself writing BLOG in three inch high letters on a piece of paper! I love the poem that starts:-

My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke

I can so understand it, plus - I believe in the here after, I'm always walking into a room and thinking 'What am I here after?' There again I don't forget the important things in life, I went clothes shopping today, but the less said about that the better.

I'll write this earlier in the day tomorrow when I'm not so addled, as they say in Lancashire. Tatty bye for now.

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