You lose something and you tell your house-mate. She says, in my case Karleen, ” Where did you have it last?”or perhaps “When?” Then you say “well I don’t know, I only just realized I don’t have it,” referring to something precious, in this case the glasses I use all day except for close work like reading where I don’t need them. But they’re essential for viewing the computer screen in comfort.
One infallible rule says they’re exactly where you last used them. The last time I remembered for sure having them was when I took my magnificent new walker out for a little stroll in the company of my physiotherapist. It was many months since I’d left the house except when hobbling into a taxi.
So I phoned aid I could have the oblong shape I wanted with thin gunmetal frame for £10. All they had to do was grind the lenses to the same prescription. Someone would ring me bsck but no one did. So I went to Boots and found a pair of sunglasses which seemed to do the trick when I held my hand 35cm away. Alas, when I got home I found they assumed 20-20 vision, wich made them blurry.
But before that, Karleen pointed to a little table in the front room without saying a word. “What? are these your new glasses?” No, she replied. “These are yours.”
What I should have added was that she found them on the guest bed, inches away from my computer desk. They’d been hidden under a heap of coats
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