A friend, who's retired but still freelancing a bit, has been frightfully busy with all sorts of demands made on his time, so I have to keep reminding him that my text messages to him (which are usually about gardening matters) are almost never in urgent need of instant attention, unless marked as such.
He texts me saying that if he doesn't reply immediately, he'll get busy on other things and only remember much later, calling it "a privilege of getting older".
In consolation, I texted back with: Haha, you’re not alone in this. I was talking to a Tuesday Mandarin group student, aged 84, last week. She said she’s starting to misplace things more and more. She found a light jacket/coat thing the other day in her flat, and thought she’d taken someone else’s home from the swimming pool (she swims regularly). Turned out to be her own!
(London, 2026)
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