My memory (or lack of it) on occasions is nothing short of astounding. I had a meeting booked with someone, which was in my diary, and which I knew about and made another note of yesterday. This morning however, my brain went on holiday and I totally forgot. The doorbell rang and there am I, standing in my PJ’s, dressing gown, bed hair and not altogether with it, and my client is standing on the doorstep. Aggggghhhhhh!!!!! Embarrassed to say the least! They were very understanding thank heavens and laughed at my senile lapse of memory.
Note to self: If I write appointments in the diary, I also need to look at the diary!
Smiles and blessings, Amethyst