I watched a British TV series this weekend called The Marlow Murder Club. This wasn't about the show - which was a lightweight and forgettable murder mystery geared towards an older and female demographic. No, I watched it because it was set in Marlow - and I used to live in Marlow a long time ago (about 20 years ago now, shockingly). At least I thought I did, but watching this show with all it's establishing shots of Marlow itself - absolutely nothing seemed familiar to me. And I started to question whether I even did live there. But no, I checked my address book and I did briefly have a Marlow address - it was when I was working in Slough, when I was back in the UK after returning from San Diego but before I went back to the US for good. And despite being located in Slough, it was a pretty good job (indeed, I interviewed and was offered a job at the same company's office in North Carolina about 12 years ago - and one of my biggest professional regrets is not taking that job). But clearly Marlow was very forgettable - even having presumably lived there for about a year. Not really a surprise, it is not the kind of place I would really chose to live in - in many ways, not dissimilar to Hertford and Godalming. I should have lived in Windsor, because I remember that was where a lot of my colleagues lived. But I'm shocked at not being able to remember anything about Marlow. Was it really that bad? I don't think so, but it just happens to be one of those things that my brain has decided not to remember. There are places that I spent a lot less time at that I remember a lot more clearly. It strikes me how weird the mind works.
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