It’s a great excuse

Ok….so I will (or maybe I won’t and it may get worse as I trundle along) but since becoming 66 years old, I’ve started this age number thingy as a perfect excuse as to why something has gotten done in a strange way or my apparent forgetting something which should have been done which I can honestly say I don’t remember being told.

So I booked in my COVID booster a few weeks ago checking that there weren’t any distractions today. Planned for 10am.   I got a reminder yesterday (βœ“), even had it in my email calendar (βœ“)which did or didn’t remind me this morning(πŸ€”), can’t remember, but we all know how distracted we can be as early morning progreses. And yet at 10.09am, something was jingling around in my head…..10.30am….taaadaaa light bulb brightens and ping…ohhh blimey ( or something similar)… Noooo. Anyways feeble excuse at the Chemist of “it’s my age..I’m 66 now! Sorry I’m late. Can you fit me in please?” As I look around the chemist to see it empty apart from myself, chemist and two staff in there. “No problem” the reply came “you’ve caught us in a quiet moment!”…. Gosh I thought, maybe it was heaving with a big queue at the alloted 10 am time slot..I will never know. Needless to say, my jab point aches as I’m now COVID infused for another year- no doubt catch a dose just like last year!

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