I had a blog entry all planned out, but I’ve completely forgotten what it was going to be about (it was something to do with Merseyrail, but that’s about all I can remember).
Tonight I left the gym, satisfied after an hour or so’s workout. Had the nagging feeling I’d left something behind. Was it my keys? My wallet? My TRIO ticket? No.
Got halfway to Moorfields station before I realised that my big hefty sports bag — the impossibly bulky thing that you couldn’t possibly forget about — was still sitting on a bench in the changing room.
I can almost hear the brain cells decaying…