Every time I prepare broccoli, I think of my Thai counterpart, Nongyao, from years back. I have no idea why.
Every time I make cheese on toast, I remember a colleague, Jane Millar, who asked me reproachfully why I was spreading margarine on the toast.
Every time I cut the corner of a carton of milk, I remember John Morgan saying "You are just like Monique" - his wife - "you cut the hole too small."
Every time I open a boiled egg, I remember my good colleague Arthur Bowyer telling me that I am "opening the egg at the wrong end".
Every time I take my trousers off, I remember Ruth telling me what a funny way I have of performing that simple manoeuvre (remaining stiff backed and letting them drop).
Every time I take my shirt off over my head without unbuttoning it, I remember Montse telling me that this is a weird way to take off a shirt.
Every time I put ticks in boxes, I remember my colleague Roy Kingsbury telling me I was doing the ticks the wrong way round (I am left-handed).
There are many more, I won't go on. But I would really love to know how to shake off these silly memories.
PS The illustration has nothing to do with this post, but I thought you might like it anyway.