I don't sleep well as there's simply too much on my mind, although seemingly not enough because last night, as I woke up thinking of my old mate Noel, I couldn't remember the name of the town he had lived in. I did remember that it was something starting with 'Mount' but was it Mount Morgan or Mount Carbine or what?
Not being much of a physical person, I had always regarded my mind as my greatest asset, and there I was, unable to remember the name of the town where my best friend had seen out his last few years and where I had visited him just after having come back to Australia in 1985, and of which I had often written in my blog. Was I losing my marbles?
The thought of losing my marbles bothered me so much that I got up to get my mobile phone to look up a GOOGLE map of the area around Bundaberg - yes, I did remember the nearest big city! - amd there it was, a hundred kilometres to the west, MOUNT PERRY ! What a relief!
Is this a sign of the time? Is this the early onset of dementia? (or is it Alzheimer's Disease? I've never worked out the difference!) Should I call my wife who reads up on all those things? What's her name again?
