Where's my glasses?

About that dizziness I referred to yesterday. After decades of perfect eye-sight, I eventually succumbed to that common complaint of short arms - that is, my arms were never long enough to hold what I was trying to read ... in other words I was becoming long-sighted with old age! I survived for a couple of years with glasses I bought over the counter, but when my distance sight began to get a bit blurry I went to the optician to see about getting glasses. I tried those varifocal ones, but that ended up with me suffering seasickness, as I couldn't fathom where the 'distance' stopped and the 'reading' started, so I asked for bifocals. And they are great. BUT, I need another lens for working at the computer, somewhere between 'distance' and 'reading' so I have a special pair of specs that stay by my computer in the house. However, when I use the computer up in my workshop outside I always forget to take my computer glasses out with me, but I do have a bag of glasses I'm collecting up to recycle, so have been in the habit of sifting through them and finding a pair that 'will do'. I did this yesterday, and found a pair of bifocals that worked for me.

That is where the problem started. I forgot to change back into my current specs. I just thought my sight was a bit wobbly after using the computer for a long time, and carried on as usual. Went down in the evening to use the outdoor pool in Stonehaven, but something wasn't right - I was a bit dizzy and had to peer at things to read. Oh dear.

It wasn't until I went out to my workshop again yesterday morning and once again looked through the bag of specs that I found - to my surprise - my current glasses! It all fell into place. So not only are my eyes failing me, but my poor brain must be going too! Years ago, a neighbour used to say of his wife "we only keep her on out of cruelty!" Hmm, sounds familiar.

Had a lovely walk through the Bennachie woods in the rain with my friend A. She came in for a cup of tea after the walk, and whilst there answered a call from a royal residence on her mobile phone. I've got VERY posh friends.

Poor H had a tooth extracted today was slurping and slobbering all afternoon, but the brave little soldier went out to his workshop and worked hard until supper time ... mince and tatties, nice and sloppy so he could cope with it without too much chewing.