tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581050.post6364495603373850879..comments2024-03-21T05:10:57.134+00:00Comments on Mustard Seed Shavings: Searching for a WordSteve Tilleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400505989949096631noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581050.post-48006502181988003132008-04-03T23:11:00.000+01:002008-04-03T23:11:00.000+01:00I used to be convinced that my mind was one large ...I used to be convinced that my mind was one large cog that just turned slowly round, when a word reached the front of my mind I would be able to use it, but if I wasn't quick enough it would have moved back round and I'd have to wait for it to get to the front again before I'd remember it. <BR/>It bothers me when people say that they're having a senior moment when they can't remember words for simple objects. I'm 24 and I've always been like this. That thing over there... it's a ... a ... a ...<BR/>A wheelbarrow?!<BR/>A wheelbarrow! I'd have got there eventually!Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18000664334401241215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581050.post-80406453140619310152008-03-28T15:09:00.000+00:002008-03-28T15:09:00.000+00:00hardly an original post...hardly an original post...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581050.post-86683942173150988212008-03-26T13:54:00.000+00:002008-03-26T13:54:00.000+00:00Thank you for allowing us to take a meander throug...Thank you for allowing us to take a meander through your mind. Der-riviting!Cosmohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01333341186856092779noreply@blogger.com