I have lots of 'senior moments' when driving. I think most of us have experienced that feeling of 'Dont know how I got here' when driving on autopilot. One day I had a 'Dont know where I am' moment on the way home from work. My autopilot brain had let me down and I had taken a wrong turn at an island and found myself somewhere I had never been before. I actually had to sit and work out where I might have gone wrong before I could work my way back and resume my journey home. I wouldnt mind but I was only in my 30's at the time.
I was on a 3 hour journey with a friend. We were talking and I didn't notice our exit from the French motorway until we had gone 60kms too far. It was a 4 hour journey!
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Hubby fell asleep on the train back from London and ended up in Wolverhampton, not far away you might say, yes but it was the last train and the taxi cost a fortune.
I got on the bus on the wrong side of the road Bekkie, but I was 7 at the time and on the way to the swimming baths.
When I used to mine salt I used to cover two areas and Ive lost count the number of times Ive headed off to Coventry when I should have been heading off to Stafford (and vice versa). Once I went to a meeting walked in to the room and realised I was at the wrong office. Had to call up and apologise v. embarrassed.
Talking about pruners yesterday I had to sort through the compost bin for my trowel.having looked everywhere I traced back my movements.I realised it's when I'm weeding the borders I sling the tools down and they get lost in the weed pile. They then get collected up and into the compost .
My OH once took a 2lb jar of marmalade with him on a Christmas shopping expedition. Just picked it up from the breakfast table with his wallet & put it in his briefcase before getting the train... Eventually it dawned on him that his bag was heavier than he would expect, but of course he had to spend the whole day carting the marmalade around Carlisle, trying not to seem too much like a madman by bursting out laughing at what he'd done. Meanwhile I was mystified at what might have happened to the marmalade!
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
Good one Liri, thats just the sort of thing my mum used to do. She used to swap things over as well she once put the sugar bowl on the step for the milkman to collect and the empty bottle in the cupboard.
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I have lots of 'senior moments' when driving. I think most of us have experienced that feeling of 'Dont know how I got here' when driving on autopilot. One day I had a 'Dont know where I am' moment on the way home from work. My autopilot brain had let me down and I had taken a wrong turn at an island and found myself somewhere I had never been before. I actually had to sit and work out where I might have gone wrong before I could work my way back and resume my journey home. I wouldnt mind but I was only in my 30's at the time.
I was on a 3 hour journey with a friend. We were talking and I didn't notice our exit from the French motorway until we had gone 60kms too far. It was a 4 hour journey!
My OH used to commute to Coventry uni, he got on what he thought was the train to wolves-ended up in Crew! Hehehe
Hubby fell asleep on the train back from London and ended up in Wolverhampton, not far away you might say, yes but it was the last train and the taxi cost a fortune.
I got on the bus on the wrong side of the road Bekkie, but I was 7 at the time and on the way to the swimming baths.
When I used to mine salt I used to cover two areas and Ive lost count the number of times Ive headed off to Coventry when I should have been heading off to Stafford (and vice versa). Once I went to a meeting walked in to the room and realised I was at the wrong office. Had to call up and apologise v. embarrassed.
Talking about pruners yesterday I had to sort through the compost bin for my trowel.having looked everywhere I traced back my movements.I realised it's when I'm weeding the borders I sling the tools down and they get lost in the weed pile. They then get collected up and into the compost .
My solution::
Some retraining is needed here !
Trouble is, we would all forget and wonder round the supermarket with secetures or a pruning saw sticking out of our sleeves!
Bekkie!
Lol bekkie
My OH once took a 2lb jar of marmalade with him on a Christmas shopping expedition. Just picked it up from the breakfast table with his wallet & put it in his briefcase before getting the train... Eventually it dawned on him that his bag was heavier than he would expect, but of course he had to spend the whole day carting the marmalade around Carlisle, trying not to seem too much like a madman by bursting out laughing at what he'd done. Meanwhile I was mystified at what might have happened to the marmalade!
Good one Liri, thats just the sort of thing my mum used to do. She used to swap things over as well she once put the sugar bowl on the step for the milkman to collect and the empty bottle in the cupboard.