Old Age Doesn’t Come Itself

  Jun 9, 2008

Just had a disturbing senior moment during morning coffee with a friend. We found ourselves completely unable to remember a really simple word and so we sat there, scrunching our eyes and snapping our fingers while we tried to call it to mind, like, well, like old people do.

“What’s the name of the person who does your feet?”

“Oh, it’s a…” (snap, scrunch, snap, scrunch)

“Oh, what is it again…it isn’t a chiropractor because they do your back…”

“No, hang on, it’s not a paediatrician, but it’s like that…”

(snap, scrunch, snap, scrunch)

We got there, in the end.

Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.
  • Print this article!
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google
  • Live
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • TwitThis
  • YahooMyWeb

2 Comment(s)

  1. On Jun 11, 2008, Linda Gillard said:

    Still trying to think which word you mean, Erica.

    Linda (a young-at-heart 56)

  2. On Jul 3, 2008, Anne said:

    Well, obviously it’s a footologist.

Post a Comment

« Previous Post
Next Post »
Snippets

Wake up to the fact that that telephone call is never going to come. You know – the one that goes: ‘Erica! Erica! Thank goodness you’re at home! The entire writing crew of the BBC Drama Department has gone down with a nasty bug! We’ve been hearing you do a bit of writing – can you come down and save the day?networking

News

“Lucy Hepburn”, woman of mystery, has finished her novel, huzzah, or perhaps more to the point, “Lucy Hepburn’s” novel has finished her. Expect more blogs and stuff soon.