Yesterday I ate two grapes without even thinking about it. And then I ate two more. And two more. Then I finished off the packet, without even thinking about it. Now I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking that it was quite a good idea, and that grapes are good for me.

“Have you seen my grapes?” pipes Jude as she walks in the room. Not me, I haven’t seen any grapes.

“Not me, I haven’t seen any grapes.” I say.

“Oh.” she replies. There are few places the grapes could have gone, as we live alone together, with no pets.

“Maybe you ate them?” I quiz.

“Maybe I did.” she quivers. She may be about to burst into tears. She’s not sure if she has memory problems or not. She doesn’t. I just really like grapes.