My mother read my post about the toaster and found it funny. Good.
Then she called me to tell me that she did so remember who gave them the toaster: the parents of the children that lived next door to her when she was growing up (we're still close with the family). Not so good.
I'd have been a lot happier if she could remember conversations we had ten years ago. Maybe in another 36 years, she will!
Still, I said I'd correct the post and I have. Love you Mom.