I just rang my medical centre to get an appointment for tomorrow with my doctor and since moving I haven't had to go but we've taken Elana. So Elana's address records have changed but mine have not (and Nick's wouldn't have either) So when the receptionist (Ben) asked me if it was Stanley Terrace I froze - I knew it was wrong but I couldn't remember the right address. I said my house number but was unsure if I even said the right one - He said they'd put a tracer out there for me -both numbers were similar one being 43 the other 48 and then I had a complete mental blank about the name of my street.
And I told the receptionist -- Eventually it came to me as did my phone number and he told me I'd have to get it tatooed onto my arm so I wouldn't forget.
He must think I'm a kook.
or worse