It's not easy being a goldfish

I am not blessed with a good memory. I don't remember ever having a good memory. I'm not senile, as far as I know, I just don't really remember things. It's not very practical. Dr. P has left me in charge of the weekly grocery shop. The consequence of this is we have about 9 cans of tuna and12 tins of sweetcorn in our cupboard. Not to mention the 7 cans of crushed tomatoes. At least we won't starve to death. I usually do the grocery shopping online, sometimes I even check what we have before I start but by the time I get back to my computer I've forgotten again.
Names and faces are a nightmare. On several occasions I have introduced myself to someone I believe I'm meeting for the first time, just to be told "I met you last week". Last week, I did the reverse. It was like a double bluff. I met someone I was sure I hadn't met before, but because of my goldfish memory, I decided I probably had. So I didn't introduce myself and of course I then found out that I had never seen her before in my life.
Finding things at home can be a challenge. That's why I asked Dr. P to move in with me. She is a walking filing cabinet, I just ask her where my red shoes are and she always knows (sometimes the answer might be "you're wearing them"). So having Dr. P around really makes life so much easier, until I forget her name.......