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.