Another one of the great mysteries is the 'why did I go upstairs' conundrum. Having gone upstairs for something, you reach the landing, then, 'what on earth did I come up here for?'.
Nearly as bad as pouring grapefruit juice on my Cornflakes, did that last week.
Mind, whilst cooking a few years ago, I donned a pair of oven gloves to retrieve a bottle of milk from the fridge! Too many Senior Moments, too young!

Edit: And now I'm answering my own posts!