False memory

Although I'd lost the letter about yesterday's meeting, I knew where and when it was. Or so I thought. Fortunately, I checked my diary at the last minute. It was in a different town and at a later time than I'd expected. Don't quite know how that happened. There were three sessions, from 4.30 to 8pm and so they had laid on quite a substantial buffet meal, which was a nice surprise. I restrained myself to a couple of strawberries at first, but after the next meeting I gave up my virtuous self-denial and tucked in with everyone else. I knew I'd be cooking dinner when I arrived home, so didn't want to eat much.

People seem to agree with me about acronyms. So why do we put up with it? At the end of the session - which was well presented and entertaining, partly because hardly anyone wanted to do it and there were only three of us, in contrast to the thirty at the second meeting - we filled in an evaluation form. To the question asking what I'd do as a result of this training, I said that I'd stop people in meetings and ask them to explain every acronym or abbreviation, as it was apparent that I knew hardly any of them.

Squiffany will arrive in ten minutes and I haven't put in my contact lenses yet. See you later.