Gloves!

Suddenly, I need my gloves!

We have all been commenting on how warm the weather has been, and even wondering whether we were going to have a winter this year. Personally, I kept the faith. Winter was coming, of that I was sure, but I really didn't do much about preparing for it.

I knew where I had stored my warm things from last winter, and when I needed them I would simply go and find them. Suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye things changed. The winds came down from the north west and all those people on the beach were nowhere to be seen. I was in shock! Quick, get out the electric blanket and the heaters and the socks and long sleeves, and my gloves: Where are my gloves? I have at least three pairs but they are nowhere to be found.

One of the first hints we receive that we are growing old is a failing memory. I am having trouble remembering names and what I had for lunch today, so it was no surprise that I might forget what I did with my gloves from a year ago.

I temporarily gave up looking for them, but it was while thinking about something else I did find them. Where were they? In the most unlikely place. They were in the glove compartment of my car.

What a place to put my gloves. I am simply not that organised. I am becoming scary in my old age.

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