For some reason, I scribbled BC on the calendar just below
next Wednesday, 18th September. I have no idea why and it doesn’t look
like the noggin is about to present the answer anytime soon. This is all
symptomatic of the on-going memory fug. It’s embarrassing. Particularly when you
can’t introduce someone to somebody else because you’ve forgotten the name.
This happens more and more. Not just with people I maybe met briefly once. Oh
no, this goes for folks that I know to some degree. Pffff...
And what's with this Post Office thing? After my tirade the other day, the public flotation is happening and I would imagine that further sounds a death knell from a once excellent service. It's quite likely that the UK will be owned outright by an overseas conglomerate sometime very soon. Irrespective of whether Scotland goes "indie" or not. We'll get unloaded as fixtures and fittings if that happens. The best we could hope for is to be a larger "Pimlico" cica the good old Ealing Comedy days. Oh how the world will larf.
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