Don’t you just hate it when you have a brilliant idea about what you are going to write about, and then you don’t write it down straight away, and then you completely forget what it was in an instant; well, that happened again today. So this blog isn’t about whatever the idea was, this is about memory, how after the age of say 60, the holes begin to appear and keep on coming, a sponge effect, it’s like fishing in vast chambers of nothing, dumbfounded. Those synapses try to fire up to no avail, well usually that’s what it’s like, but occasionally Eureka flys through the jellied brain from some hidden depths about four hours later and jump starts the lost machinery and heh presto, it’s as if you have never forgotten anything.But most of the time if you don’t write it down those Crown Jewels stay in the tower, security tight as ravens. But don’t be fooled, the helix chain of memory never forgets painful events: the ruler slap on a small child’s palm, the gas mask at the dentist, the sweet sickly oblivion, the agony of childbirth, ( some say this fades with time), the betrayal from friends, the betrayal of myself, the countless endings of love, the repetition of loss, never quite believing they have all gone, left this arena of joy. Let me never forget the joy under my white hair, my shrinking world 🌎, let me wollo in laughter, eyes that sparkle, hugs and kisses, that absolute marvel of human kindness and compassion left in the world, left in me.