Addled minds are prone to feats of forgetfulness. The month of July has thirty one days. Today is Wednesday, tomorrow is Thursday. And when it all boils down, put me in a vinaigrette with a couple of Cloves and I'll think I'm at the beach.
Fortunately when you begin to look like an old dodderer, with the going to town
shoes and matching socks, spectacles strung around your neck so you won't lose
them, people can be very polite.