chicken in a basket

Oh well I guess it is certain that my mental faculties are in a sharp decline.  However, why would I put a bag of chicken drumsticks into a basket containing my calendar and paid and unpaid bills?

I decided to have a bit of a tidy up as I am wont to do sometimes.  Usually this means that everything I need is thrown away or put somewhere safe.  Once gone from the basket there is no hope of me ever finding it again.

I had noticed that there was a smell in the house and put it down to the dog or cat.  I crawled around on the floor checking for sneaky dog poo.  I also changed the cat litter tray. I searched low which of course was the problem.  At some stage during my mad tidying efforts I put the bill basket high on top of the fridge so I could have space on the counter.  Next time I must remember to search low and high.

Needless to say the smell was issuing from the basket because I had thoughtfully added the bag of chicken drumsticks.  I estimate that the chicken had been in the basket from one weekend to the next.  I had to bag it up in three bags before I could dispose of it in the bin.

I am trying to understand why I put the meat in a basket instead of the fridge.  Was I thinking at all about exactly what I was doing?  I really think that I am on automatic pilot and thought does not come into the equation. Where I could once operate on several levels at the same time, I am now forced to concentrate on just one thing.  Therefore, I should have put the chicken in the freezer and the basket on the fridge.

I think that this is commensurate with my putting the tea towel on top of the toaster while I was making toast. I absolutely need to say to myself, "One thing at a time, one thing at a time, one thing, one thing, one..........one...................".