Misbehaving hair is the least of my worries. For the third time this week I have just found myself getting annoying by my 'misbehaving' laptop.
I have a bad habit of trying to write daft little songs for Mum's dementia group (if any group needs cheering up, they do!) so I'll sit here with guitar on lap, laptop at my side to record a printable version, and my working notebook propped up by the laptop screen. Which is fine as a working arrangement right up to the point where I try to click on a window in the background to try and bring it IN FRONT OF MY NOTEBOOK!
It wouldn't be so bad if I immediately realised what was going on, but sometimes it takes several clicks for me to realise I'm barking up the wrong trackpad.
Can't help feeling this is how all dementia starts... cracks in the pavement of life slowly open up until you fall down one forever. Or maybe, if I'm very lucky, this is variant of the 'trying to move laptop windows with your finger' problem, which afflicts many of us since smart phones became a thing.
Make sure you look after your kids though if you have any.
Indeed. I didn't used to worry too much about being single and childless until Mum's dementia became obvious. Kids are handy, if only for making sure you get parked in a care home to burn their inheritance at a grand a week!