The wife had a mammogram the other week and she sent me off to pick her results in advance of a weekend visit to the doctors… so off I went.
I meandered around Westmead Hospital visiting around 10 departments before I rang the wife to find out exactly where it was she’d gone. She reminded me we’d actually gone to Westmead *Private* Hospital… which of course I’d entirely forgotten despite having taken her to the appointment.
Ten minutes later I have the results and we’re on our way home.
I’m *sure* I’m losing my marbles!
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