Phone home

My memory loss is getting ridiculous. On a recent visit to my son in Blackpool, I got off the train and climbed into a taxi. My mind went blank and I could not remember the address of my son’s flat. He and his family have only lived there for 20 years! The taxi driver was perplexed – he had a small elderly woman in his cab who didn’t appear to know where she was going. Happily, I remembered the mobile phone I am not very good with and called my son. The taxi driver took directions from him. Betty Norton, Preston