…can I never find a pair of glasses when I need one?

I have six pairs, two sets of two pairs of my last and second to last prescription as well as two pairs from Poundland. You’d have thought I’d be falling over them everywhere I go but no.

It drives me barmy. Really, utterly crazy. DM will say “look at this” and I’ll be scrabbling around for a way to see beyond the blur. I’ll be preparing our meal and discover that I can’t actually see whether I’ve got all of the skin off my garlic cloves. In the supermarket I’ll realise that I can’t check the ingredients of whatever I’ve picked off the shelf to see if it’s vegetarian or not. When I sit down in a restaurant and go to flick the glasses down off the top of my head so I can read the menu and discover they’re not there I panic…well, I suppose I needn’t panic in most places because the dish they laughingly call the vegetarian option isn’t an option for veggies, it’s Hobson’s choice. Anyway, you get my point. I am constantly being thwarted in my ability to conduct my life efficiently because I can never find my specs.

I dream of a different world. One where I buy a couple of pairs of vari-focals that have my reading prescription in the bottom and plain glass in the top. Oh silly me…