I am lost for words. This is because I have now lost my reading glasses. I took them off in order to wear my full subscription sunglasses and clipped them over my tshirt under my jumper. Back home they are nowhere to be found. Aarrgghh. V annoying. I now just have my sunglasses for the rest of the trip!
THG has set off to retrace my steps to see if she can spot them. She is a much faster walker than me. Fingers crossed. Pathetic really. We now have to hope it is sunny for the next week. In the Isle of Man. Snotgonnahappenisit.
There is only one outcome of this episode that might be regarded as a silver lining and that is I have (had) identical frames for both reading and normal specs. This will present an opportunity to change the reading specs so that I don’t get them mixed up anymore. Always look on the bright side of life, da doo, da doo, da doo, da doo, da doo, da doo doo.
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Drove down to the breakwater in Peel to see whether I could find the specs but the place was rammed with contestants and supporters there for the race up Peel Hill.
Instead I paid a visit to mam and dad’s grave. They are buried in a wonderful spot surrounded by birdsong and nature. It is very easy to get emotional stood there. They were wonderful parents.