I’d been quite pleased with myself earlier when I remembered
to take the squeezy bottle out of the fridge and stand it on its head, thus
encouraging the small amount of ketchup remaining to slide to the bottom and
make expression more efficient.
‘Well done, JJ,’ I said to myself (and maybe to the ghost
which hangs about in the corner of the kitchen, amusing itself with little
demonstrations of telekinesis.) That’s planning, that is. Forethought. Most
commendable.’
And then I forgot all about it. And that’s worrying because
it seems to me that there are few things more indicative of incipient senility
than forgetting to put the ketchup on your chips.
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