You know time is marching past when you experience your first senior moment. Mine happened this week. I got an updated credit card in the post. It bore a sticker which told me to call an automated phone line to activate the new card and deactivate the old one.
The recorded messages at the other end were simple enough to follow. After less than two minutes, I was in business. The last thing the recording advised me was: “For security, you should now cut up your old card.”
I duly rummled about in the kitchen drawer for the old scissors and proudly snipped through the card.
The new card.
I can laugh about it now, but in the immediate aftermath you do begin to wonder if your marbles and you are parting company.
I mentioned this to a pal of Mrs Harper’s, who said she had once been carrying a tenner intending to transfer it into her purse. On the way, she spotted an advertising flier that had fallen out of a magazine. “Don’t need that,” she thought, so she picked it up and carried it over to the wood-burning stove. She opened the stove door and flung in the tenner.
Where will it all end?