…and nothing

At the breakfast table this morning I ran out of one of my tablets.
I went to the draw to fetch another packet.
I noticed an empty chocolate box on the side and picked it up.
In the kitchen on the way to the bin I thought I would take the cloth off the table and put it in the wash.
I took the cruet off the table and noticed the salt needed filling.
I took the cruet with me and I put the rubbish in the bin.
I got the new salt and filled the cruet, spilling salt as I did so.
I wiped the worktop and the one next to it and the cooker top.
As I moved around towards the sink I got myself a glass of water, taking a sip I wondered where my tablets might be.
Exhausted I sat at the table, still with its cloth on and re-traced my steps in my head now resting in my hands.
That revealed a total blank so I physically went back around my route and found the new tablet sachet in the bin, and the empty sachet on another worktop.
And the cloth is still on the table.

Housework!
Give it up!
Blog about it instead!