Yep
I can recall great times I had say in Hong Kong in 1984, or what I had for lunch one day in London in 1985, but often forget why I’ve gone into a room. It soon comes to me.
The worst is writing a complete shopping list and then leaving the fucking list at home.
But, although I may sometimes forget exactly where I’ve parked the car, so far I still remember that I have a car.
–and looking everywhere for a shirt only to discover I’m wearing it. First time I did that I was 8. 