Unlike my wife I can't remember what she was talking about on Feb 3rd 1987 at 2pm precisely, even though she apparently can. Neither can I remember what I was wearing on Thursday the same day, or even more importantly, what she was wearing. I'm only mortal - in fact I'm only a man and incapable of such feats. And I can't rejoin a conversation we were having at any particular moment in our soon to be 34 years of marriage, unlike she who must be feared.
Now my daughter is having a go at it.
Yesterday: "So, anyway, dad - can I?"
I thought long and hard as she waited impatiently, humming and sighing and staring at me as if I was the biggest imbecile on the planet. Eventually after about ten minutes I came up with the perfect answer, and one I'm going to use again.
"I distinctly remember telling you - absolutely not."
I haven't a clue as to what she's talking about but I think that's pretty unequivocal.
I'll use that on my wife the next time she tries to dredge something from what passes for my brain after nearly half a century.
I'll show them.
I finally finished my picture. She still doesn't like it.