This might have been amusing if it it wasn't so sad. My wife got up from the table halfway through breakfast, took off a shoe and cleaned mud off the sole at the kitchen sink. She then muttered something about the other shoe, not noticing it was still on her foot. Before I could tell her she disappeared upstairs to look for it. She returned a few minutes later wearing a different pair, spotted the cleaned shoe and said "so that's where it is"!
It is this not seeing things for what they are/misidentification which is in many ways more difficult to deal with than loss of memory. Which is how I ended up paying her train fare today as her pass was 'lost' ie in her handbag but not in the usual place.
It is this not seeing things for what they are/misidentification which is in many ways more difficult to deal with than loss of memory. Which is how I ended up paying her train fare today as her pass was 'lost' ie in her handbag but not in the usual place.