Sue (Beachcomber) and her partner are over here in the Dales and are kindly coming to take me out to lunch tomorrow. I did not realise that they had been before and just can't recall the occasion at all. This morning, after having coffee with friends, I drove into the Market Place to collect some super wallflower plants I had ordered. I pulled into the side of the road, got out of the car and opened the boot for the garden man to put the plants in my boot. A lady touched my arm - 'Pat?' - yes, you have guessed it. It was Sue, who recognised me immediately. Did I recognise her? Sadly not.
A lady who comes to our Poetry Group has some condition - and I have no idea what it is called, so if anyone knows please mention it - and sometimes wears a badge to inform people that she is sorry she doesn't recognise them because she has this condition. I was beginning to think that maybe I had it too. Then last week I had new specs and was told by the Optician that my cataracts would be 'ready' next time I had my eyes tested. When I queried with him what difference it might be making to my eyes he replied that quite often when cataracts are almost 'ready' people have difficulty recognising faces. So take your pick. What is it that makes me unable to recognise faces - incidentally it doesn't happen once I have seen people a few times and they kind of 'fit into' my memory bank. But Sue had no difficulty in picking me out of a fairly busy Market Square when she has only seen me once before.
I am really looking forward to seeing them in the morning.