Memory-loss Monday

Today was pretty dreadful. I woke up in my own bed, no longer on holiday, and thought it was Sunday, and that I could have a lazy day in which to unpack and unwind from the journey back from Cornwall.

With dawning horror, I realised it was in fact Monday. I shot out of bed, put the first of five loads of washing in the machine, and began to sort through the mail that had arrived in my absence. By half past one, there was a ton of washing on the line, and a bag of things to be taken to the charity shop.


CleanSteve took me to my job at the rehab, where I teach aromatherapy, and I began my usual little intro to aromatherapy, which I do for new students. There were only two at this point. Ten minutes later, two more came in and I realised I was losing my memory completely. I couldn't even finish a sentence. It seems I left my brain on the coastal path in Cornwall! Fifteen minutes later. three more students came in and said,

"sorry we're late, we got stuck"

I knew they weren't driving. I very nearly got cross. I could feel a little rant inside me, wanting to come out. All in all, it wasn't my finest lesson. Clearly, holidays are bad for the memory.

Later, I realised that my boss is on holiday, so the mice were having a a little play while the cat's away. I must work on my Inner Cat. More miaow and less purring.

Back home, we watched a movie called Gone Girl, which on our TV looked and sounded like Jamaica Inn: mainly dark and incomprehensible. Very twisted, though.I don't think I'd want to read the best selling pyschological thriller of the same name, on which the film is based.

Eventually, around midnight, I realised I hadn't taken any pictures. As well as processing five loads of washing, I'd taught my lesson, done a massage, and made up and packed a load of lotions for a mail order customer. This was far too much for my first day back at work.

So, instead of any creation of mine, here's a photo I liked, from the current issue of New Statesman. Credit to Robert Norbury and Millennium Images. I shot this shot at low shutter speed, as it was dark by the time I took it. (The original is, of course, far better).

As you can see, Reading for your life is the title of the article. I cannot imagine my life without reading or audiobooks. However, I confess that I haven't read the whole of the article that accompanies the magazine photograph.