just when you thought it was safe
to go back into the water
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do you remember that children's party game where lots of everyday items are placed on a tray and then the whole lot covered with a cloth. . . then one item is removed and the tray unveiled and you have to remember which item has gone?
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I was never any good at games like that
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do you remember that children's party game where lots of everyday items are placed on a tray and then the whole lot covered with a cloth. . . then one item is removed and the tray unveiled and you have to remember which item has gone?
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I was never any good at games like that
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which is odd, because - as an adult - I have a very good visual memory
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I think it's something to do with having retrained my brain when I worked commissioning graphic design - I learned to use a visual part of my head that did not rely on words
was I having trouble with lists, perhaps
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also odd, when I think about it, because the part of my head that learns lists of words has always been reasonably reliable - French vocab, declining Latin verbs, song lyrics, quoting Shakespeare (was never very good with lists of dates in history, but was always able to remember every phone number under the sun - so numbers are there with words) (was quite good at the end of The Generation Game when all those things would go past on the moving belt) (Mel, honey, you have to ask The Brit)
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so, all things considered, it must have been something to do with visual memory of a tray of items and then being put on the spot and having to have instant recall. . . perhaps it was party nerves? I do know now that the three girls at whose home we used to play that specific game at parties (the Brown girls, I have mentioned them before, in relation to VW vans) all had photographic memories. . . so perhaps Mrs Brown was just being ultra nice to her girls, playing games they could win, and I really needn't have been worried for the past 35 years about not being to play that stupid tray game
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so, all things considered, it must have been something to do with visual memory of a tray of items and then being put on the spot and having to have instant recall. . . perhaps it was party nerves? I do know now that the three girls at whose home we used to play that specific game at parties (the Brown girls, I have mentioned them before, in relation to VW vans) all had photographic memories. . . so perhaps Mrs Brown was just being ultra nice to her girls, playing games they could win, and I really needn't have been worried for the past 35 years about not being to play that stupid tray game
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anyhow, the Brown girls were useless at the chocolate game (you know, a dice is passed around and everyone has a turn rolling it and if you roll a six you have to you dress up in hats and gloves and eat chocolate bars with a knife and fork until the next person throws a six)
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and Jaws? after my brief respite of sanity, shedloads of nonsense going on this morning, chez moi. . . but - surprisingly - I seem to be holding up
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perhaps it is safe to go back in the water, after all?
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and Jaws? after my brief respite of sanity, shedloads of nonsense going on this morning, chez moi. . . but - surprisingly - I seem to be holding up
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perhaps it is safe to go back in the water, after all?
