Felicity was resting, in a deep state of reverie, when the call of nature came upon me.
He skidded across the wooden floor running after the toys and I was giggling away. Then I thought, I probably should get out more.
I sighed, and threw a knee up on the narrow wall, hauled myself up (all in my slippers, mind!) and balanced delicately on the wall. Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible wouldn’t have had a patch on me.
Denis the vet only lost a little skin, as did I, and it will grow back.
Something else that happens to me regularly is that I meet people when they are out walking their dog. I effortlessly remember the dog’s name, but the person? Only if the planets are in correct alignment and even then, maybe not.