A.r.i.d.s
Age related intelligence deficiency Syndrome
A question by the skipper
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ARID (Webster’s dictionary. {Dry; parched; barren; absence of moisture
I wonder if there is such a thing as
Age Related Intelligence deficiency Syndrome…. A.R.I.D.S. ?.
Cos if there is --- I‘ve got it!
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I decide to make a cuppa tea. On the way to the kitchen, I notice there is mail in the front porch. I decide to go through the letters while waiting for the tea to brew.
While filling the kettle, one of those fancy type that keep the water just below boiling by switching itself on an off as the need be.I decide to unlock the back door, and put the keys on the draining board ready to do that,
When I have read the mail !Most of the mail needs to go through the shredder in the office in the corner of the ounge so I set off to do that, but first I’ll pour the water into the cup so that the tea bag will be brewing.
Part of the mail is a bill that needs a cheque so I need my chequebook from my briefcase, which I pass on the way to the shredder. Seeing a cup of coffee left on the computer desk from last night I decide to move it before it is spilt into the computers putting the chequebook and the junk mail down I go back to the kitchen with the coffee cup
On the way to the kitchen l see some postage stamps on the little coffee table that should be in my briefcase, so I put the coffee cup down on the table and pick up the book of stamps.
I open the briefcase put the junk mail in it, and pass the chequebook, stamps and bill through the shredder.
While am getting mad at the shredders stupidity, the front door bell rings, so I go to answer it,
Picking up the coffee cup to put it somewhere safer I leave it on the computer desk, for now, as I pass it on the way to the front door, which I find locked.
The keys are in the kitchen on the draining board so I head for the kitchen and the keys, where I decide to put the milk into the cup of tea’s very weak and I realise I
forgot to put the tea bag in. So now, I have a cup of hot milky water.
I empty the cup out, put a tea bag in and switch the kettle to boil, take the keys and head for the front door.
Whoever it was has got fed up of waiting and scarpered, leaving the front gate open.
I walk down the path close the front gate, return ,lock the front door and head for the kitchen again ,where I find that the kettle wouldn’t wait either, has boiled and turned itself down again,aaaahg!!
In deep despair and totally stunned I go into the lounge, sit at the computer desk, drink yesterday’s cold coffee and write this letter to no on in particular.
I’ve missed Randolph Scott fighting “Custer’s Last Stand” on the television.
He gets the woman of his dreams; I get yesterday’s cold coffee, and cannot remember where my specs are.
And what happened to my cuppa tea?
Dry; Parched; Absence of moisture; Barren;
ARID? Gotta be it! It’s what I’ve got! ?
AGE RELATED INTELLIGENCE DEFIENCY SYNDRONE
Pete skipper
