Sigh, with age comes forgetfulness. My friends and I "lose" words. In mid-conversation, words suddenly disappear from our heads. However, about 2 am, maybe a good half-a-dozen hours after such a conversation, I will wake up with a start and triumphantly shout "Crumpet"! It's so good to know the word has not gone forever.
I have just watched veteran actor Ian McKellen talking to tv chat-show host, Graham Norton. McKellen hesitated twice while he searched for words and I thought of a phone-call I'd had this morning with my swimming friend, J. I was trying to get her to identify an object with a name to it that, all at once, I couldn't remember -
"It's big. It moves around a warehouse. A guy sits on it," I said.
She didn't have a clue.
"It carries cartons. It's got prongs."
"Prongs? Prongs..." my friend ruminated for a time. Then she screamed, "A FORKLIFT!"
What are friends for if not to help you out in a word-forgetting crisis? I swear I will repay her. Just wait until she has such a memory block - I will be there in a trice with my Pocket Oxford, if not my memory...