I’m getting on, getting older. And noticing that I forget.

A 57 year-old single woman in the UK, for as long as I can remember I have thought about ageing, decay and death. I am less agile than I was. Losing parts of who I think I am is nothing new. But losing the capacity to think about it, that’s a worry.

This blog is an attempt to recollect some of my forgetting, so that I can track progress – or descent – into the land of lost memory.

My first post on 2 February 2015 A goldfish swam past explains.


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