While packing a day-bag to attend a local water-festival I noticed that my Oakley prescription sunglasses were not, as expected, nestled amongst my collection of spectacles dating back to 1979, in my spectacle drawer.
There was a minor panic outbreak because I will need these glasses for my rapidly impending Greek Sailing Holiday. I quickly searched all sensible places where I may have put a pair of sunglasses. They weren’t anywhere sensible. The following morning I double-checked all the sensible places, the following morning I looked in a few down-right silly places to put sun glasses (e.g. spare tea caddy).
3 days later, my morning random search for the oakleys included my winter-jumper draw. There they were, between two wool jumpers…..
The passport under the sink and the sunglasses between the woolly-jumpers are two of the Wendy House mysteries that may never be explained…
I am a little bit short-sighted,
I can read my computer screen with normal font sizes despite their ridiculously small size.
Then one day,
unexpectedly,
IE7 decided to give me
buttons bigger than bars of soap
and black-out the page content.
It’s a cheeky little browser.
That IE7
wendy: which one was he?
colleague: the one sat to my left at lunch time
wendy: with glasses?
colleague: the guy who sat in the front passenger seat in the car
wendy: cute older man?
colleague: (sharp intake of breath while smiling and moving hand to cover mouth, meanwhile several colleagues nearby swing their chairs round and look at me while smirking)
wendy: damn, that was both sexist and age-ist in one fell swoop. sorry.
(giggling colleagues)
ramping-up ready for HOLIDAY!
Preparation #1: practice holiday-specific eyewear activities
Use annual medical allowance to purchase holiday-specific eyewear. Purchase ski-style wrap-around glasses designed to be sunglasses with no sun-tint and lots of metalic-blue mirror effect. Wear said utterly pretentious Ray Ban’s everyday during warm-up week despite clouds, rain, snow, general poor visibility, and ceaseless teasing from work colleagues.
This is my Holiday and I will get into the mood by wearing THE holiday optical accessories….
The Optician’s verdict on these:
He did spook me a couple of times during the examination. Here’s one spooking:
Optician: 42? In 2 or 3 years you will need bi-focals
Wendy: I don’t have any problems with close-up vision yet (SPOOKED)
Optician: tell me when this starts to get fuzzy (moves tiny-text towards my substantial pointy nose)
Wendy: Now! (about 5 inches from said nose)
Optican: that is good focus, think about bifocals in 5 or 6 years
Wendy: Phew!
