Agree on the memory thing.
Go into the kitchen and make a cup of coffee, then walk back into the living room with the spoon in hand and no cup.
Slowly struggle upstairs, get to the top and can't remember why you came up.
Actually remember the wife's orders to put some washing in while she's out . . . ten minutes later notice the small plastic ball of wash liquid sitting staring at you from the worktop above the washing machine.
I could go on . . .
