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Re: Daft I Call It!
If I forget why I went into a room I find it helps to go back to the room I was in before I headed off somewhere else and sometimes it comes back to me.
The other night I was telling Busman something before we went to sleep and I demonstated the size and shape with my hands and he burst out laughing - we were in the pitch dark at the time and all he knew was that I was flapping my arms about but of course he couldn't see any of it.
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