Has anyone found my brain?

So is this what happens when you reach the BIG 40? Your brain decides it doesn't need you anymore? So then you turn up at the dentist, oblivious to the fact you're a day late because, bizarrely, you've written it on the calendar for Tuesday instead of Monday, and can't blame anyone else except yourself, and then you begin to wonder if you've got early onset Alzheimer's (only you can't spell it because the brain has gone on holiday without you). Is this normal? Am I the only one who needs a list for EVERYTHING, especially if you want any edible food and toilet roll this week? Is it all downhill from here? Is there a special room full to the rafters of crafters (hey! that rhymes!) braincells? Or is it a mother thing? Or a crafting mother thing? Or a mother-f*****g thing? Or is it just me?

Oh and I joined Flickr, don't know what to do with it, but stop by and say hi here. (Pleeease, I'm a Flickr-no-mates at the mo!)

It's alright! Jodie has diagnosed me...apparently it's early onset C.R.A.F.T. disease, (Can't remember a f*****g thing). There's no hope...there's no cure....fellow sufferers should leave a comment, we'll set up a support group. Would someone remind me of that later.....