Memory, Sailing, and Pilchards

I enjoy walking, eating out, browsing in shops, indoor and outdoor markets - preferably in a country other than my own. Why? There's less chance of bumping into someone you can't place either in name or relevance. Lapses of memory can happen to anyone. Some people worry unnecessarily that it may be the onset of a disease. However, memory difficulties are not always an indicator of senile dementia.

Today, I met a lady in the street whom I couldn't place. As she talked about the recession; the wet, dreary weather; and children, she reminded me of Mickey Mouse. I believe it was the prominent black ears and the squeaky voice. Try as I might my memory failed to recall her significance. I suppose it's like forgetting to post a letter, finding your glasses, your car keys, a wallet, a handbag, or putting your clothes on before you go out? However, I felt quite calm, and relaxed. It was only while having my hair trimmed, I remembered - it was my wife! Strange how the brain works; the cognitive tricks it plays?

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Today, for a change, I went sailing, and took our two dogs, cat, and some food to eat on the journey. The animals were very noisy and a bit unsettled. Frankly, I found their behaviour a bit annoying. About thirty minutes into our voyage I realised I had forgotten the boat, and my sandwiches were wet. No wonder the animals were restless. It's strange how the brain deserts you when you need it most?

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Though I'm shivering, I've just completed a draft film script titled, "When Things Go Right, Something Must be Wrong". The draft script has no dialogue, sound, or action, which should save valuable time and money on production, rehearsals, and filming. The difficultly is selling the project to a nutcase who wants to break into film and thinks "mise-en-scène" involves sex with a baguette, or worse, pilchards.

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Reflections: I have two married sisters called Turing and Alan. They resemble computers and are forever eating apples. I hardly ever see them. When they call I pretend I'm at the end of a long corridor. They incessantly engage in conversations regarding panic attacks and the benefits of lithium. I believe my sisters are crazy and will remain so. And the worst part? They appear unperturbed by the fact they're living their lives in similar fashion to our parents! While not a crime in itself, it should carry a mandatory jail sentence.