About a month ago, I decided rather than throw my cardigans on the floor of the wardrobe like I usually do that I’d hang them up on coat hangers at the end of the row. Ever since that day I’ve wondered where the hell my cardigans went. Until today when I remembered they’d been hanging in there all the time. It just popped back into my head. I’m hoping it’s like that alzheimers ad on telly where they say – there’s a difference between forgetting where you parked the car and forgetting you had a car in the first place because I always rememberd I had the cardigans.