Thank goodness I don’t have dementia at this ripe (and there is, I’ve discovered, a reason they call old age ‘ripe’) old age of 80 because if I had it, I would have missed the experience of laughing out loud on almost every page of David M’s book, and giggling insanely (but not dementedly) at some of his observations. Thank you David Mitchell. I’m so enjoying Unruly, and forgetting to do anything else while I’m reading it. (But the forgetting isn’t about having dementia.)
