I’m more than a bit worried about me, lately, in that my chronic absent-mindedness is beginning to morph into full blown senility. Doddering and incontinence are now only just over the horizon, I fear.
Take yesterday morning for instance. I was proceeding along the road outside of the garden centre, on autopilot, head-in-the-clouds as usual. Realised suddenly that I needed to chuck a right to go into the car park.
Having established that there was nothing lethal coming towards me, I went to check for traffic coming up behind.
So I glanced into my offside wing mirror, as you do.
At which point reality kicked in, and I realised that I wasn’t actually in the car, but pushing a mirrorless trolley full of pots of Dahlias.
(Now there’s an idea for you, Tesco. Fit your trollies with wing mirrors. Every little helps !)