Thanks for the memories

Forgot to mention that Nat's grandfather in London (who has Alzheimers) constantly repeats the following story:

"I know a man who started the group CRAFT of which I am a member. Do you know what it stands for?"
"No."
"Can't Remember A Fucking Thing."

It's such a shame when life is all about memories and you start either forgetting them or remembering things incorrectly.

When Rosie and I arrived at his doorstep last Friday in the cold rain he said:

"But Katie's not back from work yet." (That's his wife).
"We're here to see you, please can we come in." I had to be a little forceful as he wasn't budging so I said:

"Please can we come in. Look I've made this chocolate cake for you so we can have tea. It's me Indigo, Nat's wife, remember?"

Then Rosie yelled, "You're not his wife! daddy didn't marry you." Yeah, thanks for the memory.

Here's a joke about memory loss.

Two elderly couples are walking along the road - the ladies are in front. One man says to the other:
"I've something very important to tell you but I can't remember what it is .... Let me think.... Oh what's the name of that lovely flower that grows on a prickly bush, comes in different colours and smells beautiful?"
"A rose?" says his friend.
"Yes, that's right!" Then calling to his wife "Rose, what was that important thing I needed to mention?"