Forgetfulness is the bane of memory, but I can't quite recall why. It slips away with each passing day, yet never stops to say hi. I'd like to invite it in for tea, but I don't think it would like that. Most likely it would want Earl Grey, and I'd have nothing but Orange Picoe and Jasmine Spice. I can just imagine it now, me standing there in the kitchen, fumbling about in the cabinet for various sorts of tea, with Forgetfulness tapping its foot irately and glaring at me over crossed arms. At just that moment, Memory would walk in, and, being banes, the two them would have to fight. It would raise an awful ruckus and probably bring the neighbors over to complain, while I would be forced to gesture weakly and mumble some explanation about how this could all have been averted with a small tin of tea.