4 June 2010
No – there have been three found objects inducing forgetfulness this week. I found a pot of olives in the bottom of a rucksack I sometimes take with me to the shops.
(Monday evening, boiling a pan of pasta: Did I buy those olives I was standing looking at? Except I couldn’t find them in the fridge. Then why was I blocking up the aisle for five minutes, trying to determine what St Clement had to do with olives? I served the pasta without them in the end. I bet I paid for them and didn’t take them home.)
Sometimes I walk around holding household objects and put them down as soon as I start thinking about something else. Last weekend, when I was trying to engage with the in-need-of-translation thing, I left a pack of cotton wool pads on my bedside table and, apparently, a box of coloured pencils in the bathroom.
I need to do the housework with a satchel on.