I have twin boys (well men now) and they kept me very busy when they were younger. In addition I managed over 600 personal carers and their assorted managers. I was also responsible for all the sheltered housing wardens and the Meals on Wheels drivers affectionately called 'The Rottweilers' and probably the group that gave me the most problems. I used to breed and show pugs at the highest level with a fair degree of success and won the coveted best breeder award 2 years running.
Now, I am retied from paid employment and spend my time gardening and repairing fountain pens yet I never seem to have enough time to finish the jobs I allocate myself each morning.
I could never understand why. I now know. I spend at least 2/3 of the week looking for things. Before my brain injury I would mislay an item and then I would try to remember when I last used/saw and immediately go to the correct place.
I mislaid a Sheaffer Tucky and when the new barrel arrived from a generous FPB member I could not find the pen anywhere. I searched for 3 days getting more and more frustrated to the point where I could not settle to do anything else. I eventually found it in a jewelery case but have no recollection of putting it there. It looked ever so cosy nestled at the side of a Sheaffer TD TM.
Well, I got up at 6 this morning and it's now 9 and I've spent the majority of that time looking for a nib unit for a S Vac Fill. I knew it was a mistake to attempt another after my first disaster but I do so hate failure.
Back to the rummaging I think.
