I'm feeling very brainless. Obviously I am befuddled by gin and Cremeau d'Alsace... I have just tried (unwisely) the Times' Brain Power questions which was really stupid because a) I'm totally crappy at maths, and b) I am well-fed, well-watered and feeling groggy. So, I got 6 points and am placed at number 165 out of I don't know how many. My little white spot on the chart of top and average results hung in a desultory manner at the bottom of the table.
I got the wordy one right though, and one other number one which I guessed. hee hee.
Now that I'm panicking that my brain has not only reached the top of the slippery slope, but is careering down it at neck-breaking speed towards the abyss, I have been reading some of the advice given to keep the old grey cells clinging on for dear life to their synaptic pathways instead of sinking into a comfortable state of watching Big Brother with their feet up.
The Sunday Times provides a PDF file of 'Weekend' devoted to brain power; how to conserve it, understand it and use it by training it for fulfilment and happiness. Sounds a tall order, doesn't it?
One of the ways for oldies not to lose their minds is to take different routes on familiar journeys. You can also try painting a picture (or painting one with your feet if you're an artist! NG will love that one!), and using a different hand to brush your teeth. So, full of the joys of spring, today I took a different route and am keenly looking forward to brushing my teeth with my left hand tonight. I'm hoping that tomorrow's Brain Power test will be that much easier to tackle and that I'll be luckier with my wild guesses.
I'll do it BEFORE my G&T.