Not only did I forget my blood tests yesterday, but I also completely forgot the chiropodist appt in the afternoon! Had to ring him at 5.45 to apologise and book a new appt. (fortunately he is also a friend).
Then putting on a new loo roll in the downstairs cloackroom, the inner bit shot out, knocked over my white duck with the yellow beak which promptly smashed on the tiled floor. (My cloackroom has a duck theme, in case you are wondering - or not).
Then when we got home later in the evening from the Jazz evening at the Church, my recliner seat was sticking out very slightly and I caught my foot on it, fell over, avoided smashing my head on the fireplace but wrenched my right wrist and shoulder, left thumb, and knees hit the deck with some force. I let out a yell which Himself totally ignored as he was dozing in his chair and complained I had woken him up! As if I did it deliberately.
Berry dog was most concerned as I sat there nursing my wrist and groaning.
At least some sympathy from the dog who sat in front of me with his head on one side and gazing at me with those lovely brown eyes.
I now ache all over including my back as I think I must have stiffened up to avoid hitting the fireplace.
I know I am tired but this is ridiculous. I have never forgotten two appts before. Am I heading for senility I wonder?