Talk amongst yourselves awhile. If you are of a certain age you will understand that there are occasions when you find yourselves upstairs. You may have a mug of freshly ground coffee in your hand and you are standing by the linen basket but for the life of you you have no idea why you are standing outside the bathroom with a mug of coffee.
Whilst you were chatting to each other just then did that strike a chord with any of the congregation? It did me and I was the one who wrote the nonsense. Back downstairs in the kitchen you realise that you have left that cup of coffee next to the linen basket, on the window sill over-looking the back garden. A quick skip up the stairs again and the coffee is reunited with your right arm.
You still cannot remember why you were at the linen basket in the first place, but you are happy to be there as you have found that missing coffee. That was lucky then.
My whole life is life this at the moment. It's bloody chaotic. But there is a good side to it all.
I must be climbing those stairs at twice the required amount each day, which in turn burns calories. Perhaps its enough to lose those two precious ounces.
Time will tell.