I am losing it!

It has taken me nearly an hour to link my Bluetooth keyboard with my ipad.
Then it took me even longer to log on to my blog. Of course this is a plus because I did it by myself.
Yay for me!!!!!!!!!

I have not used a keyboard for a couple of years so it is taking me a while to get back to touch typing.
I cant find the apostrophy key.
Where did it go?

Well what have I been doing all this time? I have been doing what I do best: absolutely nothing.
I majored in procrastination at Uni and have refined it into a Masters in bone idleness and chronic comatose lethargy.

Now I know I do actually do stuff, sometimes I find a tea towel in my hand or perish the thought, a broom but I fight against these aberrations. I will know though if I have vacuumed that life as I know it is over. I am horrified that I even used the 'v' word.

More thoughts on losing it.

Well here I am thinking I am losing it. I usually laugh about my usual idiocy but now it is not so funny.
I was driving to the shops and pulled up at a traffic light, normal light, nothing special, only I turned right! I wasn't in the turning lane. Needless to say the cars that were turning were a little put out by old grey haired driver gaily turning in front of them.
I was so horrified that I almost turned around to go home but decided to be a grownup and get on with my shopping. I am scared to think what I will get up to in the driving department because I do not want to cause an accident.
I will take things slowly and if there are any more near misses I will cease driving and let the bus driver take me places.
Other than my driving I am sort of ok.  Admittedly I still forget the names of things. Ordering coffee is difficult. I can never remember what I want; it helps to go into places where they know me and can translate my garbled order into actual coffee.  Just in case.....I have half strength cappuccino.
Fingers crossed I will keep my wits or the wits I have left.
I am not enjoying getting older, it is very scary.

My pet fly

I have named my pet fly Julius. 

I have refrained from spraying him because I know if he dies all his relatives will come to the funeral.

He has his favourite places to sit. The stove is one of his favourites and also anywhere on the sink.

Sometimes he teases the puppy by flying onto the glass sliding door, slowly enough for puppy to try and catch him but fast enough to stay out of harms way. Julius 10....puppy 0.

Remember when fly swats were made of fly wire? 

Personally I prefer using a flapping the tea towel as a sort of "move on" tool.

Julius is my pal. I wish him no harm. 

Therefore, Fast Knock Down spray is anathema.

So Gracie, Henny and Julius live happily together in our home.

All is right with the world.