Memory

My memory has never been great.  Now, when it fails to function as it ought, I console myself by looking back on my younger days, and recalling that I never had a good memory.   Perhaps this was one of the reasons that I’ve never been able to get even close to mastering another language.

These days, I have a particular problem with my glasses. I’ve got lots of pairs: reading glasses, distance glasses, lightly-tinted sunnies and medium-tinted sunnies.    Plus spares for some of these.    Like many people (I think) I tend to whip my glasses off and put them down.   I do try and put them in the same place, but it’s not always possible or convenient. 

Hence, a few days ago, I was in near-crisis mode for an hour or so, having mis-placed a particular pair of glasses.   I was sure that I’d handled them at a particular point in time, but when I eventually located them, it was obvious that even my recollection of handling them was erroneous.

The only consolation about this story is that I don’t think I’m the only person around who often mis-places their glasses!