This morning, I tried to use the debit card that I have used several times a week for two years and completely forgot the order of the digits. I even forgot the mnemonic that I use to remember it. Had I been using an ATM, I could probably have got it right the second time but I was in a shop. Luckily, I had enough cash to pay for my groceries, but the shopkeeper looked very suspicious.
This kind of thing is new to me - perhaps I have been upset by my memories of my daughter's horrific experience.
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