Amy: Tell me what thrilled you most.
[The telephone rings and Bill answers it....He hangs up.]
Bill: Er, where was I?
Amy: You were talking about your tour in London.
Bill: Oh, yeah.
Amy: I bet you had a great time.
Bill: Yes, I particularly enjoyed visiting the tower of London.
Amy: How did you get there? By bus or underground?
Bill: Let me see….Sorry, I can’t remember any more.
Amy: What’s wrong with your memory?
Bill: I hope it’s not Alzheimer’s disease. I don’t want to forget my own name.
Amy: I don’t think so. Perhaps it’s just temporary forgetfulness. You’ll be right after a good sleep.
Bill: I hope so. But as this is happening so often recently, I think I must go to see a doctor and get some pills
Amy: It’s not as serous as that. Anyway, I wish you had a good memory for happy events, and a bad one for unhappy things.
