On Saturday night, still fizzing with our casino escapade (to say nothing of the can after can of red bull I had consumed in the course of the evening)I blew a candle out prior to my final collapse au lit.
However, I must have blown too forcefully, because liquid wax shot out in all directions, covering various objets d'art, but most disastrously, my glasses. It was immediately apparent that the hot wax had terminally damaged the coating on the lenses, fogging them like a window thick with condensation. Today I went to my opticians to order a replacement pair. They come in, I was told, at £195 each. Ouch!
Worse, I now have to endure the better part of a week with vision significantly reduced. My spare pair is an ancient prescription and of very little use to me now. I managed to wing this morning's surgery without anyone asking me if there was something wrong with my eyesight. Only another 5 sessions to get through and I'll be back to normal again. In the meantime, I hope no one shows me anything small to look at...
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