You know that nagging doubt that festers away when you can't remember if you've done something or not? Cooker left on, door not locked, cat left in, that sort of thing? Well I had one of those coming back from Ikea the other day. I couldn't remember if I'd put the print I'd bought in the boot of the car, or left it propped up by the till.
Guess which one it was.
I've been doing this a lot recently. Even lists don't seem to help.
I've already owned up to forgetting my float for last week's Christmas Fair; I've gone to the Post Office to post a parcel without the parcel, and turned up at my photography course without my camera.
And even if I haven't forgotten something, I waste time worrying I have. This is what happens when you don't trust yourself. When you're basically knackered.
But it's just that time of year isn't it? Crawling towards the end of term, trying to be festive, sorting out presents, failing to do Christmas cards, feeling guilty about failing to do Christmas cards.
Of course the kids have all started sniffling and coughing now the holidays are round the corner, so I'll probably be dragging them round Northern Ireland full of the cold, spreading festive germs.
The other thing I do when I'm tired is I stubbornly lock on to very trivial things... I've turned the house upside down looking for my Christmas plates. Now they are lovely, but not that lovely. I've got so much to do, and instead of getting on with it, I've gone and spent hours wading through cupboards looking for two plates, yes Two, that I don't really need.
I wanted one of the plates for the gingerbread house - the one I bought in Ikea when I left the print by the till…
The house kit did make it home, but when we opened it, a few pieces were broken, which reminded me the last time I'd bought one from Ikea it had been in the same crumbly state.
I'd also forgotten how difficult it was to get all the bits to stick together.
'You need to look at the constructions mummy!' The 'constructions' were a fat lot of use, and I ended up holding the chimney for what seemed like ages to stop it slipping off the roof.
So this is our tumble-down cottage - a bit of a horlicks, but it tasted good!
Another thing I can't find at the moment is the useful little RSPCA coin token for trolleys that's been on my keyring for years. Then I overheard my daughter telling her friend I'd lost my special cat coin and now I couldn't get trolleyed.
Got to love that.
A definite fog-lifter.