I love the fact that God has a poor memory. It makes me feel close to him as I too have a memory that remembers tiny amounts from day to day.
If a member of the family wants something done, I tell them to write it down in the diary or on a piece of paper and put it in the kitchen. Funny thing is they too have poor memories, and they forget to write things down! The constant cry of ‘I told you about that weeks ago’ is reciprocated with ‘Did you put it in the diary?’. The silence is deafening! So I can’t be blamed for not remembering.