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I've just forgotten another friend's birthday. Sometimes I remember vaguely when they are and sometimes I forget them entirely. I've taken to giving friends unbirthday presents, when I find something I want them to have. And when I remember. Or when I can find their addresses.

I'm sure several of my closest friends just laugh at me, much of the time. They used to shake their heads in wonderment at the ways of the Gillian. Now they laugh.

I blame the pre-menopause meltdown. I still know what time of day it is, but I seldom remember the day or date. This is why I love deadlines so very much: they help keep me anchored in time.

I'll start worrying when I forget my name. Unless I forget there is anything to worry about first.