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« Reply #30 on: 17:46:54, 08-09-2008 » |
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I got on a bus the other night and was fumbling in my jacket pocket for my Oyster card, hurriedly because I was holding up a couple of people behind me who were waiting to get on. Finally I took it out, looked again, refreshed the webpage known in common parlance as my brain, and realised I'd actually taken out my house keys. Cue even more hurried fumbling as there were still people behind me waiting to swipe their own cards. I was about to classify this as a Senior Moment but in fact it's closer to the sort of everyday errors, mistakes and substitutions that Freud catalogues in The Psychopathology of Everyday Life. I was about to look it up and find out which category he'd put it in but I don't seem to be able to determine where I've put the book - and I distinctly remember moving it from a pile on top of the CD shelf on Saturday.  No subconscious repressions going on there, though; I think this is a genuine Senior Moment. |
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« Reply #31 on: 17:55:02, 08-09-2008 » |
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You're a great comfort to me, tinners. My excuse for similar behaviour is that my mind is on Higher Things. I'm sure that's the case with you, too  . |
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« Reply #33 on: 18:02:15, 08-09-2008 » |
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As long as you don't stand on your front doorstep waiting for the little Green Man to invite you inside, Mort ...  |
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« Reply #34 on: 18:22:09, 08-09-2008 » |
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Well, maybe when the little Orange Man goes away, I'll stand a chance |
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« Reply #35 on: 22:18:50, 08-09-2008 » |
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Always start looking in the fridge Mary ! A I lost my iron for a week this week. I ironed my shirts with my travel iron instead. My cleaner came today and immediately found the iron, although I'm not sure from where. She left it out on the kitchen table, so I wouldn't miss it... |
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« Reply #36 on: 22:22:53, 08-09-2008 » |
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I've lost my favourite mug. HOW?
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« Reply #37 on: 22:25:42, 08-09-2008 » |
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I've lost my favourite mug. HOW?
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« Reply #38 on: 22:40:46, 08-09-2008 » |
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I got on a bus the other night and was fumbling in my jacket pocket for my Oyster card, hurriedly because I was holding up a couple of people behind me who were waiting to get on. Finally I took it out, looked again, refreshed the webpage known in common parlance as my brain, and realised I'd actually taken out my house keys. Cue even more hurried fumbling as there were still people behind me waiting to swipe their own cards.
I find it eternally depressing when I try to open my front door with my office security pass. Tommo |
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« Reply #39 on: 22:43:42, 08-09-2008 » |
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I've lost my favourite mug. HOW?
I broke my favourite mug tonight  A |
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« Reply #40 on: 22:46:40, 08-09-2008 » |
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I always find moments like that REALLY upsetting, A.
Why do we get attached to such things? My moment was when a Captain Beaky Mug got smashed at college. I think it was my first proper grown up mug. (So Senior in the sense of senior education, to keep us on topic).
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« Reply #41 on: 22:56:01, 08-09-2008 » |
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I am sorry to hear that, A.
I once bought two cups when we were in Germany, but broke them both in the plane. They were such a pretty cups. I felt bad and stupid.
We will get you even better mug, don't feel bad. Things like mugs often are broken.
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« Reply #42 on: 22:56:17, 08-09-2008 » |
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Mine was a pressie from a pupil quite a long time ago, I always thought of her when I used it, ah well !! |
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« Reply #43 on: 00:04:27, 09-09-2008 » |
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I got on a bus the other night and was fumbling in my jacket pocket for my Oyster card, hurriedly because I was holding up a couple of people behind me who were waiting to get on. Finally I took it out, looked again, refreshed the webpage known in common parlance as my brain, and realised I'd actually taken out my house keys. Cue even more hurried fumbling as there were still people behind me waiting to swipe their own cards.
I find it eternally depressing when I try to open my front door with my office security pass. Tommo It's worse when it works. |
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« Reply #44 on: 00:06:21, 09-09-2008 » |
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Good one ollie.... who are you again??
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