Wash My Brain Loading the machine up with more of the tonnage of household washing one morning, reaching into the cupboard for the powder. Opening the tub and realising I was going to put my cats' dry food in the washing machine's powder drawer. Argh! Another senior moment. Why, only yesterday, I sprayed hairspray on my face instead of on my crowning glory. Sometimes, when I am at work, I think about the days before, when I never used to make mistakes. Now I notice wee errors popping along, nothing major, just forgetting to do things that were second nature not so long ago. I just say it's a "senior moment" and most people chuckle. I don't like this happening though, it goes against every grain of my being. I hate making mistakes at work. Once upon a time I was smart and efficient, now I seem to be turning into a scatter brain. I'm terrible with dates too. I bought tickets for a gig. I wrote the details on the calendar. My ex and I travelled all the way to Glasgow, got parked up and went to the venue, which happened to be a pub. When we went in we were hunting round for the entrance to the room the gig was being held in. The doors were firmly shut, that's when I realised I'd written the wrong date on the calendar - the gig was actually being held the next night. My ex was not best pleased, understandably. I said "Look on the bright side. At least we didn't miss it". I don't think he saw the funny side of that. If only I could put my brain in the washing machine on a delicates wash. Then I could clean out all the fluffy stuff that's gathering in there. Hey presto ... Miss Efficiency returns.