Yes, it happened. For the first time.
I totally totally totally forgot something that I should have easily remembered.
I am still in shock. I guess I feel a bit like people feel after being the victim of a stage hypnotist like Derren Brown.
I dropped Fiona off tonight and, as far as my mind tells me, I had to await her call, upon which I would drive out to Newcastle and fetch her back home. All pretty standard stuff, you might think.
The scary thing is that when her call came, she was expecting me to be there already. In reality, she had asked me to be there for 11pm - and even to set off from home at 10.30pm.
I have exactly no memory of this being said at all. Usually, when told, I have a guilty feeling of half-memory which tells me that I forgot it. As it is - NOTHING.
I don't like this feeling that I cannot trust my own memory.
Man, that's frightening.
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