We all have our senior moments. Yesterday I managed to drive to the station, catch a train, take a tube, rush around Salisbury’s and walk to the office before I realised that my jacket was inside out.
That’s not a patch on my dad though. Mum told us the other day that after dinner, Dad had rolled and lit a cigarette….and did a lot of spluttering. (Her impression sounded like when Norman gets a piece of string caught in his mouth and is trying to spit it out).
It turned out that dad had managed to confuse his tablets with his filter tips. He’d swallowed a filter tip and used the tablet as the tip of his roll up. Apparently, it didn’t smoke very well….
At least I’m not that bad. Quite. Yet :o)