I chat to the museum curator
of the motor museum
at his post behind the counter.
“Have to bring my wife. She
was into bikes, and can remember
every…”
He looks at me.
“every…”
I am an idiot.
“Those things with numbers
and letters on the front
of cars?”
“Number plates”.
He replies with sharp sarcasm,
and no smile.
The older I get
what were once obvious words
arrive less
and less when and where I need them.
The Wombwell Rainbow 
How very, very true!
I agree Cathy. Thankyou for the comment.
An outstanding share! I’ve just forwarded this onto a co-worker who
had been conducting a little research on this.
And he in fact bought me dinner because I discovered it for him…
lol. So let me reword this…. Thanks for the meal!! But yeah, thanx for spending the
time to talk about this topic here on your site.
I actually and my local freinds were going by way of the nice, helpful
suggestions through the blog tthen the particular sudden came up together with an awfl suspicion My partner and i never expressed respect
towards the website owner for these secrets.