Woke up with the horrors due to the realisation that the RETURN TO SCHOOL looms closer every day, and all those things I was going to do, are as yet undone. I have had some lovely naps though!
So down to the village centre to choose new eye glasses. A couple of times I have bounded into optometrists for an eye examination, been handed a script for new glasses and then found that their range of glasses didn’t exactly thrill me, but out of a sense of, “oh you did my eye exam I should buy the glasses here too” settled for a pair.
This time I wised up – a bit of a slow learner as I have been wearing glasses since the age of 14! My first pair a John Lennon influenced pair which I still have in a drawer somewhere. I digress.
This time I vowed that I would choose the glasses and only when I was satisfied they had the goods would I make an examination appointment. I went to the local, and only optometrist in the village, with a very faint belief that they would have what I imagined I wanted. We believe in buying local as much as possible, otherwise we won’t have the convenience of those stores when we are older and less inclined to drive to other towns.
I bowled in and told the assistant my nefarious plan, and that I was looking to be a face with glasses, not glasses with a face. Within minutes she had zeroed in on exactly when I imagined I wanted, and hark the angels!, they actually looked fantastic on me, even if I say so myself, and I do! The frames could also support graduated, transitional lenses as well! Then she showed me a pair of sunnies that could get similar treatment (I drive into the sun both to and from work each day) and my life was complete. I have an appointment for the eye test tomorrow.
Then onto the local and only shoe store, and amongst all the return to school shoes I found two pairs of black shoes suitable for work. It was a good day to shop local.
Little over an hour later I had ticked glasses, shoes and groceries off the list and I was back in the garage “asking” Mr FD to “assist” in unloading groceries.
I still have the horrors at going back to work though. I was meant for a much more genteel life…