I had an idea for the blog, and then I lost it – a thought lost. When this happened, I used to think it would come by again – I’m not so sure now.
Anna: It’s dark.
I said: No, I‘m here. (I am the light?!)
Anna has been frightened for two days about not being able to use the technology, more specifically the television. This was after last weekend when she saw Dan and me on our bellies behind the television sorting wires to make the dvd work.
The front door bangs, the carer leaving for the night. Anna sits bolt upright. What are you doing?
About the technology …. If I now sound ageist and sexist, please shut your ears. I say to her that we don’t have to understand these things, they are boys toys.
At the moment the television seems to have developed a fault, so that the blue signal is not working and everything looks a rather sickly green as a result. I don’t know why. Anna doesn’t watch these days. Sometimes I have it on as background, when I am giving Anna her supper. Marge seems to have died her hair green. Without the sound I have been learning to lip read., but I defy anyone to lipread The Simpsons.
Have you noticed how forgetting something can be contagious? So, if someone says – it’s gone out of my head, his name, you know, the prime minister … suddenly you can’t remember his name either. (If only.)
I am going on like this about nothing much in the hope of recovering that thought I lost hold of. But it is definitely gone. A small defeat, of the kind that Anna suffers all of the time.