Where is…?

Who put that there…?

When…?

Why is…

…the bottle of brown sauce in the crockery cupboard?

Did I put it there… or did John?  

I don’t remember doing that… but I don’t remember seeing John in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner, either.  

It must have been me that put the sauce in there, but have no recollection what so ever of doing it.

Recently I’ve found often I’m not really conscious of what I’m doing.   Not really aware of what’s going on around me.  More often than not just going through the motions, operating on auto-pilot.

I hope I snap out of this soon.

Brown sauce in the crockery cupboard isn’t so bad.  Making the gaff with other options could get far, far more icky and stinky.