1 Yes, a day to be remembered. The day had begun with a SSAFA visit to a early-elderly woman, wife to an elderly man who is in need of her constant care. Long ago, the man was in Malaya as a National Service private soldier. When I asked him for his number, he gave it to me. Yet, according to his wife, he can go to bed at 2030 and return downstairs an hour later all ready to walk to the nearby shop for his morning newspaper. He forgets. He is subject to urgent imperatives to go to the lavatory. Meanwhile, his wife wants to take a three-week holiday. Where can her husband be accommodated whilst she is away - that was the question which brought me to the house. I e-mailed the answers shortly after returning home. Job done in an hour or two. Memorable? Could be a contender.
2 Making my way through the four sets of options in order to talk to someone at a local Comer store and then waiting for nearly ten minutes - before I put down the handset - at 10p a minute - perhaps that experience also qualifies as a memorable one. A low-level memorable experience.
3 What qualified unambiguously was the 40 or so minutes as I admired the new bicycle which was to be mine, as I rode it for a short while, and as I paid for it and, in conclusion, wheeled it out of the shop. I have a new road-bike, a new one which is just the right height, just the right length, on which the gears work smoothly and easily, a new bike which took me easily up the nearby steep hill on my way home. The memorable event.
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