A thing appears on your finger. You are certain that mole wasn't there last week. One of your toes has gone red. I ache in the places where I used to play. Ever wondered who buys Anusol? I fell over on the ice weeks ago and my wrist still hurts a bit from taking the fall.
This, dear friends, is the onset of age, the arena of the perpetually, vaguely unwell.
The other day, I forgot what this: ( ) was. (a bracket). I got to it by describing that thing which people use in texts to denote a smiley face. The word "bracket" eluded me.
I am playing the slots in Vegas and now, penny by penny, I'm paying back the jackpot I won in '74.
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Having watched the recent Terry Pratchett documentaries I realised that I have had early onset Alzheimer's for the last 10 years. It doesn't seem to be getting any worse at the moment. (Then again, I am a known hypchondriac - it's because I'm a man according to my wife.)
But I know what you mean. Words do escape me from time-to-time but they usually eventually pop out if I stop worrying about them. Take heart dear Weasel. It's all part of life's rich tapestry.
Dear Mr Weasel,
I think...er...
Nope,...I was going to say something.....now it's gone.
Shouldn't joke really, my father in law has just been diagnosed with Alzheimers, not funny at all.
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