Memory foibles

I’ve talked much about how bizarre the foibles of memory are, especially for my mother who lurches from crystal clear recollection one moment to absolute certainty about something that never happened the next. Today she was telling me how she used to take me in my wheelchair past the care home (no) then she suddenly said “didn’t you meet a racing driver once?” The latter is true and after much scrambling through an old Facebook album evidence was unearthed. I am gormless and Kimi looks very unimpressed indeed.

The whole situation is just crappy. Thank goodness I have J and S here to keep me sane.