My memory's definitely getting worse. Yesterday, I couldn't remember the name of the woman who played Victor Meldrew's wife; or the capital of Latvia. (Don't write in; they came back eventually.)
The funny thing is, it's not as if I had any need for those facts; I just suddenly became aware of their temporary absence from my mind. It's similar to that jolt of fear when you realise your keys or phone aren't in your pocket, because the weight that you're used to isn't there. A gap makes itself known, like a hole in the brain.
Maybe it's CJD.
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The next stage is when you know that you forgot something yesterday, but can't remember what it was.
I hope that this helps.
Some of us never knew the capital of Latvia. *shamed*
Tim, you've forgotten more than I ever knew...
The capital of Latvia is "L".
Thanks... I'm here all week.
Victor Meldrew's wife was small and Scottish, I think. Was it June Whitfield?
Latvia is where morons go to throw up on stag weekends.
VS: Yes, that's why I put it in my blog, so I don't forget it.
Annie: But I'm sure the gaps in your knowledge of Baltic geography are filled by something useful. In the same way the gaps in what passes for my social life are filled by pub quizzes.
You're not old enough to know that joke, Billy.
Garfer: Or Molly Weir? Or Lulu? Or Wee Jimmy Krankie?
I lke this new comment thingy. Next you will be asking us to "Press 1 for a Merry Quip", "Press 2 for a Right Flaming", "Press 3 if the Wordver is too difficult", "Press 4 ....."
..damn, I've forgotten why I came in here now...
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