I'm a bit like that @pansyface ... I put it down to living quite an isolated life as a very small child, when that bit of the brain is developing. Â
Years ago when I lived in a village a chap appeared at my door with a plastic container and asked for some 'water for the van' .... I thought it was someone in a delivery van ... my husband was a builder so we had quite a few deliveries to the yard ... anyway, he thanked me and said he expected he'd see me in a few minutes and off he went. I finished doing what I was doing and picked up my library books and went out to the mobile library which was parked a few yards away in the middle of the village ... you've guessed it ... the chap who'd needed the water was the librarian ... I'd seen him and chatted once a fortnight for fifteen years ... but not at my back door ... only in the mobile library. Â
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Never mind Boris, what about the rest of the Tory MP's who opposed plan B, I can really only describe them as scum.
Our local MP was quoted in the local paper last week saying he would vote against Plan B. I emailed him that day to remind him we were expecting him to follow the medical advice, and help reduce the strain on the local hospital we rely on, and protect our rather elderly local population. I see this morning that he was one of the ‘rebels’. He will be getting another angry message from me, and no vote next round. So far, he was a big improvement on our previous MP, the odious Hugo Swire, whom I could never consider voting for. What a shame.Â
Nanny Beach, next time, arrange to meet half an hour later than you need to see her! I’d be tempted also to have turned the shower on and not answered the door at 11am. Or answered it wrapped in a dressing gown with a towel round your head, and ask her to come back in half an hour. easy for me to dish out advice, don’t live next door to her!
Many of my family are sufferers of a condition called prosopagnosia, or face blindness, to varying degrees.
Good to have a name associated with the condition. I've always had problems with face, sometimes they stick from the first meeting but with others I will have absolutely no recollection of ever meeting them before. Maybe I just don't want to remember some of them.
Ergates,do you know what!!!? I went round (nextdoor) 11.25,she wasn't even b****y dressed!!! Had coffee went to town,she hairdresser, me bank. Said I wasn't waiting,but if she texted me after hair,if I was still around, would give her a lift home. OK,she says,THEN,"oh,I haven't got my phone on me". Was waiting for Jeremy beadle to pop up! Might be REALLY busy next Wednesday
I too have trouble recognising faces, and even more trouble connecting a name to a vaguely-recognised face. If they speak, I may recognise the voice more easily than the face... Â
It's still more difficult when the bottom half of the face is obscured by a mask. I fear I've often offended people who think I ought to recognise them. And as for folk waving at me from a car... you can't see them properly through a reflective windscreen as they whizz past, so I just wave to them all whether I recognise them or not. Everyone gives you a greeting and/or a cheery wave in this part of Ireland, anyway. Â
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
I can't remember names but I can remember what they do/ don't like to eat. How weird is that? I fix on a particular feature - hair or whatever but often come unstuck when I discover that one person is in fact two. No wonder they look at me strangely when I talk about holidays or children that they don't have. I once taught two women. They were cousins. I couldn't tell them apart even though, on close inspection, there were significant differences. Fortunately, they always sat together so I would put their homework between them and wait to see who picked up what.
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Years ago when I lived in a village a chap appeared at my door with a plastic container and asked for some 'water for the van' .... I thought it was someone in a delivery van ... my husband was a builder so we had quite a few deliveries to the yard ... anyway, he thanked me and said he expected he'd see me in a few minutes and off he went. I finished doing what I was doing and picked up my library books and went out to the mobile library which was parked a few yards away in the middle of the village ... you've guessed it ... the chap who'd needed the water was the librarian ... I'd seen him and chatted once a fortnight for fifteen years ... but not at my back door ... only in the mobile library. Â
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I see this morning that he was one of the ‘rebels’. He will be getting another angry message from me, and no vote next round. So far, he was a big improvement on our previous MP, the odious Hugo Swire, whom I could never consider voting for. What a shame.Â
easy for me to dish out advice, don’t live next door to her!
Good to have a name associated with the condition. I've always had problems with face, sometimes they stick from the first meeting but with others I will have absolutely no recollection of ever meeting them before. Maybe I just don't want to remember some of them.
It's still more difficult when the bottom half of the face is obscured by a mask. I fear I've often offended people who think I ought to recognise them. And as for folk waving at me from a car... you can't see them properly through a reflective windscreen as they whizz past, so I just wave to them all whether I recognise them or not. Everyone gives you a greeting and/or a cheery wave in this part of Ireland, anyway. Â
" Oh, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on. "
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
I fix on a particular feature - hair or whatever but often come unstuck when I discover that one person is in fact two. No wonder they look at me strangely when I talk about holidays or children that they don't have.
I once taught two women. They were cousins. I couldn't tell them apart even though, on close inspection, there were significant differences. Fortunately, they always sat together so I would put their homework between them and wait to see who picked up what.