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The other week, while browsing through the Times magazine, I came across an article that stunned me ... a terrible, crippling ailment that creeps up on some people with the advancing years. I fear, gentle reader, that the Fox has succumbed to this terrible condition. Read on ...
Now if you think this is a little far-fetched, I challenge you to spend more than 5 minutes with the Fox without gaping in disbelief at the minute attention span. Still and all, he wouldn't be himself without his little eccentricities, so I think I'll count my blessings ... and carry on trying to nail his feet to the floor every now and then.
"I went to the doctor yesterday and have been diagnosed with Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests itself:
I need to was my car. As I start towards the garage, I notice there's mail on the hall table. I decid to go through it before washing the car. I put my keys down on the table, put the junkmail in the bin and notice the bin is full. So I decide to put the bills back on the table to take out the bin. But then I think, since I'm near the postbox when I take out the bin, I might as well pay the bills first. I take my cheque book off the table, and see that there is only one cheque left, so I go to my desk in my study where I find a bottle of Coke I had been drinking. I'm about to look for my cheques, when I notice the Coke is warm, so I decide to put it in the fridge. I head towards the kitchen when a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye - they need water. As I put the Coke down on the counter, I notice my glasses, which I've been looking for all morning. I decide I had better take them back to my desk, but first I must water the flowers. I fill a jug with water when I spot the TV remote control on the kitchen table. Tonight, when we go to watch TV we'll be looking for it, so I decide to take it back to the TV room, but first I must water the flowers. I splash some water on them, but some spills on the floor. So I put the remote down, to wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. Now, it's the end of the day; the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there's a warm bottle of Coke on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there's only one cheque in my cheque book, I can't find the remote or my glasses, and I don't know what I did with the car keys. I try to work out why nothing got done today, and I'm baffled because I've been busy and now I'm really tired. I realise this is a problem, and I'll try to get some help, but first I'll check my emails."
duncan@jellyassociates.co.uk
Now if you think this is a little far-fetched, I challenge you to spend more than 5 minutes with the Fox without gaping in disbelief at the minute attention span. Still and all, he wouldn't be himself without his little eccentricities, so I think I'll count my blessings ... and carry on trying to nail his feet to the floor every now and then.
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Date: 2003-10-03 06:37 am (UTC)This sounds like me - is exactly the way that I tend to approach things unless I specifically stop myself and force myslef to break the chain.
Lovely to see you here, and too long since I have seen you in person!
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Date: 2003-10-03 06:47 am (UTC)A warm welcome to the world of lj.