I believe am at the early stages of senility and I believe I am beginning to think like Smeg, with the following symptoms:
I am having difficulty identifying reality and imagination.
I asked my wife this morning are you dead?:
And are you Hi So?:
In My imagination I started to believe my wife was one of my dead Girl friends and being my GF of course she was Gorgeous, rich and university educated, as well as being a heiress to her fathers fortune. in my demented state I walked off my listed stately 5,000 years old home to my yacht moored in the marina (one of my many investments). My Gorgeous heiress on my arm, and My full crop of flowing locks blowing in the breeze.
Does anyone believe me?