How I wish I could go back to 2009 and visit my mum, who died the following year. My diary says:
‘Yesterday I was on my way to visit my mum, who lives 15 miles away and also to see my new nephew. So in preparation, I went to Asda and bought some things for the baby.
It is lethal going upstairs in the store because I have to pass the clothing area and something always catches my eye.
I came away with a new top and matching earrings. The earrings differed from the dangly ones I usually wear and now because I have short hair thought I would try studs. I put them on to see if they suited me. They looked fine.
An hour before I left home, I rang my sister to catch up on the week. I used the mobile house phone and sat in my favourite chair by the window and chatted for an hour – as you do.
As I was going out, my daughter asked why I wasn’t wearing a poppy. ‘I am,’ I told her and looked down at my coat. The £2 I’d paid for my poppy now composed of a green stalk and pin. Duh!
“Do you know you have lost an earring?” Mum said when I arrived. My hand immediately went to my ears and sure enough, only one dangled down. Duh!
Later I went into my handbag for my mobile phone and instead found the mobile house phone – duh! I must have dropped it in my bag instead of putting back when I spoke to my sister.
That evening as I was getting undressed to go to bed, and I went to take out my one earring, and there on the shelf was the other. I hadn’t even put it in! DUH!
Please tell me I’m not the only one to have days like that!