Ever had one of these kinds of weeks;
After carefully setting the rabbits play area up complete with toys, litter tray and food I shut them safely in and went back to their cages to clean them out. When I got there, bin bag in hand two disgruntled rabbits were glaring at me though the bars! Oops.
Unfortunately this is just the tip of my scattyness this week, just tonight I’ve ended up looking everywhere at my youngest gymnastics club for jogging bottoms, finally I decided to declared them lost and hope they turned up. They did, in my bag. 😀
I’m blaming the lovely holiday souvenir of tonsillitis that I’ve brought home with me.
For anyone who’s having a week like me this poem’s sure to make you smile;
My forgetter’s getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I’m “here” I’m wondering
If I really should be “there”
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Often times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I think, “now who was that?”
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.