It Must Be My Age
I pick up the phone this morning to phone a client, the call goes like this:
"Hello, is that Debbie?"
"No."
"Is she there?"
"No."
"Okay, thanks."
Blimey I think, she sounds a right miserable cow whoever she is.
About a minute later the phone goes and Caroline says, "It's for you."
"Did you just phone and ask if I was Debbie?"
It's Janis -doh!
Then this afternoon I'm signing off a letter to a husband and wife client and I notice I have typed, "Further to my meeting with Rae (Scottish wife) last night....."
Am I on the downward slope of old age or this is simply a blip at the start of the ramp on mental longevity?
3 comments:
Oh dear..clearly you're bonkers! ;-)
P.S. along with a few grey hairs I am tomorrow picking up my first pair of reading specs....oh the shame, although I do look quite cool in them when I tried the frames.
Wow I'm impressed, reaching your age and not needing reading glasses, particularly impressive given your choice of reading material!
hahahaha...(thinks)...Oi!
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