there's a dragon in my garden

I get surprised every year when these things come up even though I planted them - (my memory is an interesting place where things get lost in little boxes filled with bits and bobs of things I've done and seen and thought and heard - which is a bit like my desk, my kitchen, my car...) - this I processed spontaneously to show off one of my favourite colour combinations.

Today I had a conversation (first thing this morning during morning-cuddles) about having a muddly brain. I'm trying to get on top of mine at the moment and also find out how my littlest muddle-head can be helped to not turn out as muddly as me. She told me that she's got a "big mess in her brain" and that's why she forgets things. Well, I said, me too. But we agreed that we still love each other very much, even if we sometimes forget our own names.

And what we wanted to say.

And where our head is.

And what day it is.

And what we do on those days anyway.

And what was just said to us.

And....oh, I forgot, what did I want to say?