glasses- gone

This morning, we took on the huge vine which has thoughtfully remained attached to the garden wall for years until the last couple of weeks, when it has fallen forward quite alarmingly. I took on the task of getting underneath it, gathering as much as possible of it into my arms before pushing it all back into its rightful position. Once there it could be secured to the wall once again with garden twine.

I performed the lift, hefting it back against the wall while I seemed to be encased in its tendrils. After a few moments I noticed that these very tendrils had somehow entwined themselves around my glasses, and lifted them off my face so subtly I hadn't notice a thing.

Being semi-blind at this point I enlisted the services of the my normally-sighted wife. I pruned one limb after another in search of the elusive spectacles, every move I made taken with enormous care to avoid crushing them (they cost £400, after all). Soon a huge pile of pruned foliage had grown on the lawn, while the vine itself was so denuded it no longer mattered where it draped itself. But no glasses. More minutes went past sorting through all the fronds and branches, before she spotted them at the very bottom of the pile - meaning that they must have placed there first. Fortunately, they appeared unscathed.

This evening to our black-and-white masked party, to celebrate on our friend's 30th birthday. Many familiar faces were there. to the point where the masks did not present a problem of recognition. It's good to be out with the young folks. I held court of a modest sort for much of the time, which was rather delightful. My wife, however, stole the show by being the last guest to remove their mask. And it was very fetching too, I must say. A dark grey, scowling Batman, masked avenger. You go, girl!