This morning I awoke to find my glasses not where I thought I had left them. Granted I was a bit drunk an had taken a temazepam shortly before, but I have been in this sort of condition many times before and never lost them. We stripped the bed and minutely searched the bedroom, to no avail. Now I am wearing a spare pair, but the prescription is well out of date and it appears my only option is to order a new pair- not that that will help me that much. At my last eye test I was told lens correction can now go only so far to normalise my vision. I have a developing cataract in the left eye and it is only a matter of time before I need corrective surgery. But until I get a replacement pair I am not even truly safe to drive.
Perhaps they will turn up. I hope so; they cost £400...
One positive note: in my youth I would have lost my temper by now, throwing things around, panting and shouting. At least now I am mature enough to give in gracefully and give up the search with a sigh, rather than a complete loss of self control.
UPDATE
Let joy be unconfined- they are found! Turns out the last thing I did last night was to switch off the central heating so it wouldn't wake us early in the morning- close work for which I need to remove my specs- and there they were, in the little cupboard where the controls are housed. Now I can begin to enjoy my Easter hangover properly.
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