Memories? What Memories?

Twenty five years ago to the day yesterday Beloved and I met in a London pub.  I've already mentioned this historic day in an earlier post, so I won't go into further details, except to say that we are not only still celebrating, but also talking to each other.A meal at our favourite hostelry is always an occasion, it's a bit pricey, as places that have left their humble beginnings behind and become fashionably Michelin-starred are, but we don't go very often, and the food is really very good indeed. Simple ingredients beautifully cooked and presented, it's a pleasure to eat there.

Twenty five years ago we wouldn't have spent the money as readily, but that was not the only difference. We had a much better memory then. Yesterday, in the restaurant, while eating all this wonderful food, we were trying to work out whether he had gone to work after that first meeting, or if he'd had the evening off; neither of us could remember. By a process of elimination we worked it out: 

a) he was dressed in jeans and a shabby anorak, and 

b) both of us recalled eating a pancake in each other's company  during that first evening of meeting,

  

so we must have taken enough time over it to decide to meet again.

Memory may have gone but we still have brilliant ideas.

How would it be if some clever boffin invented a kind of memory stick, to be used by humans, a kind of Neuro-Transmitter which automatically records all your fleeting thoughts, the memos-to-self stuff. You could then plug it into your brain at a later date and retrieve the memories as and when needed.

The only problem remaining then, is :

WHERE DID I LEAVE THAT BLASTED STICK!