A few weeks ago, one of the arms on my glasses snapped off. That makes it sound like it was sudden but, no, actually, it was a gradual snapping off. I hadn’t been aware that the arms were connected to the frame without the benefit of screws. I sat on them one day and bent them the wrong way, which led to the arm becoming detached. Permanently.
So, I booked into the optician to see about getting a new pair. (Why are they called a ‘pair of glasses’? There’s only one. I guess it’s because they are double a monocle.) The appointment was this morning.
I trundled my trolley into Trosa and arrived at the optician about five minutes beforehand.
I had a moment to check my phone. There was a voice message from the optician to say that the person who I was going to see was at home, being sick, and I should call to, possibly, reschedule. He had called me five minutes after I’d left the house. Obviously my phone was muted.
Never mind, I thought, I could still go shopping. So, I went into the optician to reschedule.
The chap there was busy opening up. He explained that he was alone and, if I wanted, could examine me and order glasses, as long as I didn’t mind being interrupted every time a customer walked in or the phone rang. I shrugged and said that would be fine, hoping he was actually qualified and not just the receptionist.
We then had a very funny time, between phone calls and visits. He was clearly an optician as well as an accomplished comedian.
Anyway, all was good and my vision, as per usual, has improved since the last time. This is a constant I’m happy to live with though, of course, it does mean new glasses every time I get my vision checked. Of course, this time it was essential; normally it’s just an expensive change of frames and lenses.
Having laughed our way through a barrage of tests, I eventually managed to choose my new frames without too much fuss. There was a lot of trying on with help from the optician, who strangely suggested I ask my wife to come and check what she thought. As I said, he was a comedian.
I shopped then trundled back home where I added some more points to Mirinda’s map then started work on the second raised bed but had to stop because the drill battery went flat.
Now, that doesn’t sound like I did an awful lot today but, that is not correct. I also finished and recorded my Letter from Sweden for this month. And it wasn’t as much fun as usual.
It was one of the worst recording sessions I’ve had. Firstly, the laptop I use, needed a bit of updating which took half an hour, then the above took seven goes to finish. Only one failed recording was the fault of something other than me. I just kept making stupid blundering mistakes. It was very irritating.
Anyway, it’s done and I sent it off to Charles with the suggestion that I mention the fact that all the letters are stored here if anyone wants to listen to them. Charles thought this was an excellent idea. While I was pleased, I was also aware that this was going to make more work for me as I’d have to create a new page on the site with proper features for the hard of seeing.
Sometimes, I really should keep my ideas to myself.
The only other thing I did today was make chicken and apricot stew. Every time I make it, Mirinda declares how guest worthy it is. I don’t think I’ve ever prepared it for guests. I should. It’s very nice, although it takes a few hours.
And the eggs came from KSP and Jonas’ chickens. Fantastic.
