In which I have a funny moment

Something very strange happened yesterday.

I wrote and recorded my radio talk on the theme of mothers. I mentioned I'd lost my mum when I was young.

After recording, of course I have to listen and edit it: cut out all my fluffed lines and George's barking. So I was listening - and couldn't believe what I heard. I rewound, so to speak, and listened again: My mother was eighteen when I died.

"What?!"

I rewound and listened again. It definitely said the same thing. "My mother was eighteen when I died."

I checked my script. Had I written that? No, it was right on my script. So, somehow, my brain had taken the words and reversed them, and I hadn't noticed. It was very weird.

I wonder if anyone would have noticed if I'd left it in. I suppose that partly depends on whether anyone listens!

Or perhaps I did die when my mother was eighteen and I am living in a sort of Truman Show dream. Or I am in a coma and am living a life inside my head. But if that were the case surely it would only be good? Then again, dreams aren't necessarily good. 

So that's my weird moment of the day. How was yours?

And look at this!

A 1,943 year old carbonised loaf of bread from Pompeii.

Preserved in an oven during the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 CE, the stamp of the bakery can still be seen -  ‘Property of Celer, Slave of Quintus Granius Verus’.