My combination of a scattered brain and bad memory means that when I think of something to blog about I have to either write it immediately, or leave myself a note.



I have notes on lappytop, ayeayeMac, notebooks, bits of paper, the backs of envelopes and post-it notes.
When I come to write a post, I then have to try and translate my scribbled notes and remember the ‘thrust’.

Squeak and bubble’ – no idea

Olga/varicose veins – vodka martini’ – what?

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ – ah yes, brilliant

Penfold, mascara, clinic OK?’ – I don’t want to remember

TG and the frog’ – no idea

70’s - problem, smelly feet, accordion’ - ?????

Linky, smelly feet, tryst’ – mmmmmmmm

Sylvie smelling fishy/ meringue/ anchor’ – this is not going well

TNB swinging trees chimney pot’ – ok, ok, I give up.

[Note to self – must work out a different system]

("TG and the frog - hmmm, maybe it's thought transference, I sometimes have the feeling I've kissed a frog...... Lo,TG Ed)

[Just found another stuck on bedroom mirror - 'mmmmmmmm' - mmmmm?]