Just stating facts, s'all.
And I can't remember what I had for breakfast last Sunday, so four and a half years...
Peace.
Edit: I'm minded of a delightful anecdote from John Aubrey's 'Brief Lives' concerning memory...
'This Earle of Oxford, making of his low obeisance to Queen Elizabeth, happened to let a Fart, at which he was so abashed and ashamed that he went to Travell, 7 yeares. On his returne the Queen welcomed him home, and sayd, My Lord, I had forgott the Fart.'