Absent minded? Moi?

So today my daughter and I went into town… what did I do just before we left home? Put some soup on the stove… it wasn’t just sitting in a pan, it was sitting in a pan with the gas on underneath it… When I came home my husband told me my son had let a pan of soup boil over… and I had to confess it was me.

Then there was another time when we had taken the children to another town where there was a lovely swimming pool, and as we arrived I remembered I had put some lovely damsons in a pan on the stove over the gas to cook… I was going to make damson jam or damson pie or damson something delicious… I made some excuse, left my family at the pool and drove the twenty-five miles home… The damsons were stuck to the bottom of the pan, welded in fact, but at least the house hadn’t burned down.

When I was a children, whenever we went anywhere, my sister who is two years younger than me had to take care of everything, money, tickets, passports… When I was at work I missed meetings, went to the wrong place for conferences, went on the wrong day, or at the wrong time… How I have got through my life thus far, I don’t know…

When my daughter and I went to Ireland about three years ago to see Raul Malo, I luckily remembered when we got to the airport that I had left the tickets on the mantle-piece at home… luckily, because my husband was able to dash like Jenson Button home and back to the airport in time to give my daughter the tickets so we could catch our plane and go to the gig!

Now when I go anywhere I let my husband or daughter look after money, tickets, passports… my son has inherited the absent-minded gene from me so neither of us are to be trusted!