When you cannot remember the name of a colour, is it time to worry?
Cold, grim night with the bluster of storm Dennis rattling all the shutters and blowing cardboard all over. Going through the process of unloading a HGV delivery of food and produce at work, tail lift after tail lift of stock being brought into the store….
Memory fading…?
Memory fading…? Our own personal worse fear. More than any height or the spider in the bathroom. The sense of existing forever we all feel inside confronted by the stark face of mortality when it starts to break down. Where did I put those keys…
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