It must have been about five years ago that I noticed my memory wasn’t as sharp as it should have been. Yes, I could – and still can – remember all sorts of things that have happened in the past. If I close my eyes, I can see – and hear – Bob Dylan playing at the Isle of Wight festival in 1969.
I can also recall the texture of the wide-brimmed hat that I wore at my wedding in 1981. So big events – and little details about them that my husband Chris has completely forgotten – are all there.
But strangely, I found myself getting momentarily stuck on a word that I might use all the time. I wanted to say something but just couldn’t remember how.
