Monday, 25 October 2010

ONE FLEW OVER THE COCKOO'S NEST?





I didn't realise until this week that the Brig O'Doon is a real place, believing for years that it was a mystical place conjured up by Robert Burns. Not only that, my sister in law lives a few miles away from it. As they say, you live and learn. And I thought I knew everything. Just goes to show doesn't it?

It's a beautiful spot in a village called Alloway, a few miles from Ayr in Scotland. The village also has a Burns monument and a Burns Visitor Centre so I guess he must have had connections with the area. Mind you, this IS only a guess!

The trip to Scotland was great. Davy's sister Mary and niece Margaret Ann live near me and we thought it would be good to take the trip to visit his other sister Margaret and her family. We had a great time just mooching around, relaxing and swapping memories. It was just what I needed.

One way and another I've had a very traumatic time this year but last week was the final straw prompting my decision to "be good to myself", hence the trip to Scotland.

One funny thing happened to me this week though, at least I hope that it's funny. I was booked in for my booster vaccinations and because I forgot my first appointment I was paranoid about doing the same again. I shortened my trip to Scotland, set up several reminders to myself and even asked my colleagues to remind me. So there I was on Thursday morning, having got out my appointment card to remind myself, sitting in the office chatting away. I had completely forgotten again! Kimberley suddenly remembered and I just about made the appointment.

As I was laughing about this with the Practice Nurse I suddenly wondered what I had done with my car keys. I looked around and said "Oh well, I've probably left them in the car". As I got up to go she reminded me that I had forgotten to pick up my jacket. "Ah! that's where my keys are, in the pocket". She looked at me strangely and said "By the way, how IS your memory?" "Not great, but let's face it I'm getting on a bit now". "No seriously Ann, are you alright Do you think that I should refer you to the "Memory Clinic"? My fear is that "Memory Clinic" may be a euphanism for the dreaded "One Flew Over The Cockoo's Nest" type set up. I declined. I may be old but I'm not in my dotage yet (I hope).

6 comments:

Eva Gallant said...

They say you don't have to worry when you can't find your car keys; it's when you have them in your and and you don't know what they are for that you have to worry!

DogLover said...

Rabbie Burns always left me cold, despite my Scottish ancestry; I put it down to the fact that he was a Sassenach (at any rate in the view of my Highland forefathers).

This memory business gets worrying, doesn't it. A good friend of mine has just been diagnosed as having Alzheimers disease. A warning: he went to his doctor saying he forgot things and the doctor is now going to contact the DVLA with a view to his driving licence being withdrawn. It's wiser to check oneself on the various online tests and then you can decide when to give up driving. Verb sap, as they say, though I can't remember now what it means ...

What She Said said...

I can barely remember what I can't remember so won't waste your time trying. Lovely blog, found you via Aims at the Big Blue Barn!

Retiredandcrazy said...

I like your definition Eva. I'm not quite there yet!

Retiredandcrazy said...

Thanks for the "heads up" DogLover. As you know, I have always had a weird memory. If I have to remember something I do, but if not I "park" something into my overloaded memorybank and only recall it when needed.

Retiredandcrazy said...

Thanks very much for the visit WSS.