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.