So today I got a call from my friend because it was an hour before my godson's first birthday party and they were wondering where I was. I was at work, completely unaware that I was supposed to be anywhere else.
They invited me back in August, I made a note of it. Since then things have been hectic, I had to go on a ten-day trip to Eastern Europe and was in such bad health on the way back they had to wheel me into and out of the airport. I just about recovered in time to go to work, and during this recovery time I was informed that the estate agent is on his way and I needed to do a drastic clearout in two days. It's no excuse but I'm up to my eyeballs and I genuinely forgot about my poor godson.
This seems to run in my family. My own godmother forgot she was my godmother until I was twelve and it came up in conversation.