Helen I’m so pleased that individual didn’t harm you. I try to have an open mind about most things, but sexually assaulting children I absolutely cannot understand at all.

Yes Lynlee, I can be like that too. I hate those moments when I want to reply when having a conversation but I can’t put my finger on it. I have a sense about what I want to say but I can’t even begin to imagine where it’s coming from. And then long after the moment has passed the memory pops back into my head and then I know how to express what I was feeling. But as the conversation is over it’s not relevant anymore.

My brain often feels like a dusty, draughty attic! ? But at least it’s doing the right thing by being roomy enough to be draughty. Perhaps if I get my feather duster out I will discover some little gems in there.

I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”

So the shed never made it to the brain -attic , you kept it free for more lovely memories ,also maybe some things are just stored in boxes in the corner at the back waiting to be opened when your ready …but other things are freely visible …..