‘It is today right? The picnic is today?’

We stop in the middle of the rutted road that runs to Alula’s nursery.

‘Yeah. It said Thursday on the invite. It’s Thursday today isn’t it?’

‘I’m not sure. Is it?’

‘I don’t know. Hang on. It might be Wednesday.’

‘Wait. I can figure this out. What night did we do the crazy priest voodoo thing?’

‘Tuesday. I think.’

‘Yeah, it was definitely Tuesday.’

‘But in that case what happened to Wednesday?’

‘I can’t remember.’

‘Maybe it’s Wednesday today then.’

‘I know,’ John says, having an epiphany, ‘What day did you organise your massage for?’

‘Oh that was definitely Wednesday.’

‘So we did have Wednesday then.’

‘Yes. That was last night. Which must  mean today is definitely Thursday.’

‘So the picnic is today.’

‘Yes.’

‘Cool.’

Glad to have resolved that one, we set off once more.

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One thought on “Losing track

  1. nancy says:

    I once lost an entire week and nearly showed up at the airport to get a flight home which wouldn’t have left for another 6 days.

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