Where in the World is Garry?

Paradise Lost - Koh Samui, Thailand, January 2006

Man seen walking with cardboard box...

The second attempt was to come a day or so later. Not because it wasn't important for me to sleep soundly in a well insulated cocoon but simply because it was easy for operation card board box to slip my mind. This was primarily due to the fact that there are no obvious reminders when walking from the hut to the beach, the beach to the hut, the hut to the restaurant etc. Nothing until, "D'oh!", I go to bed. Secondly, the beach has an eerie quality of sucking agenda items out of your brain. Back in my old life I could maintain and execute up to six different lists containing up to twenty action items three levels deep. On the beach I can barely remember to clean my teeth. The less one has to remember, the less one remembers. This phenomenon goes someway to explaining my father's behaviour. He is in his eighties, has absolutely nothing to remember except the following; eat breakfast, make a cup of tea when he wants one, smoke a cigarette when he wants one and take his pills four times a day. That's it, no more. My Mum does everything else for him.

"Taken your four o'clock pill Dad?"

"Oh; no, thanks. I must do that."

"Brought your lunch time pills with you Dad?"

"Oh; no son, thanks. I'll take those when I get home"

They are not new pills either. They are not prescribed secretly during the day to be taken at random times. Funny though how he always remembers to bring his cigarettes and lighter.

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