Good spot Florence. Ten points to you.
And congratulations to everyone, as this thread has passed the 100 mark for contributions. Good work and keep it up. I’ll be in touch with the Guinness Book of Records first thing Monday.
Readers who subscribe to the Sunday Times will be interested in Mrs Mills’ column and her views on socks. This debate is going national!
Albrecht the Indefatigable.
(thanks to brandy and amantadine hydrochloride)
I’m becoming more concerned about your sock mania AD.
Is the letter to Mrs Miles actually from you?
Have you adopted the pseudonym, ‘LL’?
Are you about to start wearing pop socks under your everyday socks? (Note the earlier discussion about the sexiness or otherwise of the pop sock!)
And in any case, if you can’t actually find any socks, is the question of holes in them of any relevance?
Plus, should we all be concerned about your general mental health? If you can’t keep control of your socks, should we become concerned about other missing items from your wardrobe? Do you find yourself losing for example, gloves, hats, cravats, Wellington boots, string vests and/or other essential items of a gentlemans attire?
Sue
have I missed a bit? I have been visiting my Aunty Dorothy today who is 90 bless, she is a Mrs Miles.
Yes, I want to know where all the sets of glasses go and who moves them in the other rooms during the night. I would also like to know why the heck a certain specs shops cannot manage to incorporate three types of lens into one pair of glasses and assure me it is my fault that I cannot read anything for holding my book in the wrong place phhhhhh phhhhhh! It’s all very testing. Why is it in the world that we get prescribed these pairs of glasses and still end up using the previous ones because they are the only things we can see through?
I got out of my brain fog on Monday and drove early to my appointment at said opticians with a very gurgling anger inside me to carefully state my case. Nearly 50 minutes later I was still stuck on the bendy road with about a thousand other people all trying to get to the opticians I think so I didn’t get there.
Sorry for the extra confusion, I meant Mrs Mills not Miles. My stupid fingers wanted to get in on the obfuscation act.
But I do get your point about those accursed opticians who only add to the brain fog.
S
I had a major brain fog moment on Saturday. We were at our local supermarket, walking along the covered way from the disabled parking to the entrance. A car turned the corner at the end of the covered way and I expected it to make another turn and drive at us. The fact that there wasn’t room for that to happen didn’t occur to me.
I own a car and have a clean driving licence, but don’t drive much. If I’m going to suffer brain fog like that, it’s probably just as well!
Another brain fog moment yesterday. We have heaters in two rooms and we use them when we don’t want to turn on the central heating. The heaters have remote controls, so I don’t even have to get up to turn them on. Yesterday I couldn’t understand why the heater wouldn’t switch on. Then I realised that I was pointing the remote control at the television!
Oh thank you Cheerful Dragon, made me laugh out loud and put a whole new spin on my Thursday.
Yesterday I took my iPad, mobile and book over to the corner where we keep all the charging gear, plugged in the iPad to charge, plugged in the mobile and then then tried to plug in the book. Guess what? Real books do not, in fact, have charging ports and nor do they need them.
My brain on the other hand could do with a charging port, but unfortunately it does not have one either.
Alison
I plug in the appropriate gadgets OK, and my books do have a charging point as they are on my Kindle. However, I’m starting to wonder what the point of reading is as I can’t remember the plot of anything. I’ve spent my life reading and can remember the plots of lots of books that I read 20 plus years ago, but last year? No chance. If it’s a series of books, I have to read at least the previous one in the series, before I can follow a new book.
Still, I think eventually I won’t have to ever buy another book. I’ll just start them all over again. There’ll be a rolling sequence so in January maybe I’ll read all of one authors books from the beginning, then in February it’ll be the next authors turn and so on.
So now I’m off to read the Peter James book that came out last year, which I read then, but can’t remember now. Then I should be able to read the latest one. I was about to start a few books further back in the series but couldn’t be bothered, and now I’m wondering ‘when did X character die?’ And ‘what happened to Y character?’ Not to mention ‘who on Earth is Z?’
Sue
Same here. I have become a very cheap date as far as book go - whodunnit comes as a surprise however many times I have read it before. Like a goldfish swimming round and round in a bowl, thinking, ‘Oh look, it’s a castle!’ with every circuit.
Alison
I have solved this problem by only using colouring books. Although it doesn’t go down so well at the library.
That made me laugh. Like Sue, I have a Kindle, which does have a charge port. I also have loads of books, but I don’t think I’ve ever tried to charge one.
As for a personal charging port, there was a TV series called Andromeda where one of the characters had something called a neural port for interfacing with computers. Perhaps we could use one of those to give ourselves a quick boost when we need one.
That’s likely to be my next choice of ‘reading’ matter. So long as no one ever checks that I’m managing to stay in the lines, I should be OK. Also, I’m not sure how that will work on a Kindle.
Sue
Hi Sue,
You can learn how to keep it in the lines by glueing aluminium foil on the parts that don’t need colouring and then wiring the page up to the mains. You’ll be staying between the lines before you can say “What’s that funny smell?”
G’night.
Brain fog: making a pot of tea, warming the pot and putting the electric kettle on the teapot stand instead of the kettle’s electric stand.
More brain fog: doing a row of knitting, realising that I should have increased on that row, unpicking it and finding that I hadn’t been on the increase row after all! I’m not going to do any more knitting today.
PS: I wish the PIP assessor could see me today. I’d show her hand tremors and cognitive problems. She obviously doesn’t understand about variable conditions.
Today, fog rules and tremor is a pain so had a non-active day of reading and re-reading the same bits because I too forget what the heck I have just read, stayed in my wonderful bag fat pant white sack up spuds thermals and wazzed up some strawberries, other berries, apples and a bit of honey and shoved it down my cake hole. So not too bad a day.
Tomorrow I am ignoring the fog and going out to kick some! I’m going to put a post it note in my bag for each hour so I can remember where the heck I thought I might be going and what on earth I thought I would also be doing. Nanoo.
We, the MS community of Great Britain, salute you.
P.S. If anyone spots Hebe wandering about, please put her in a taxi and return to the address written on a post-it note inside her handbag. Thanks.
Thank you, good day today, did my exercises, went to specsavers without getting lost and took my nice new specs and told them what a bag of pants the old pair were.
ps can’t carry a handbag anymore due to the increasing dropsy ho ho. I’ve gpt a ‘strap on’ bag that goes over a shoulder, much more efficient.
Enjoyed today, big pills in a min and ready for a crap day tomorrow.
Brain fog: getting up to take my cup into the kitchen, going to the kitchen and wondering what I went there for. I’d left the cup behind!
Brain fog: forgetting to display my blue badge in a disabled parking bay. One parking ticket later, I am falling upon the ‘mercy’ of the parking charge enforcers in a bid to have them recognise brain fog. I fully expect to have my plea rejected and to be required to pay the fine!
Sue