“Wait a minute it’s coming back to me”?

The day after the night before should be fresh in one’s mind..those latest logged memories are easy to find..just stacked on the very uppermost on your noggin shelf..how could you possibly forget what happened yesterday when you were there yourself..?

Yet as one gets older those tracks and traces amidst the brain begin to malfunction time and time again.. so even those little things that you did only yesterday have fallen down from your memory stockpile and somehow got swept away.. Though usually they are retrievable after some necessary concentration..you have delved into that moment of memory lapsed memorable mentation

“Wait a minute.. it is coming back to me” you hear yourself say as people are stood staring at you in your muddled up disarray.. “Ah yes of course I can remember now” and it all comes flooding back.. all of a sudden you see it all from  flashback attack..”Mam how on earth can you not recall what we did from hours ago.. Crikey Moses you need to see a Doctor you could have dementia you know”