I am the personification of encrustment currently. Since breaking my leg nothing works like it used to. Everything seems to be bundled in a casting of its own. Every movement is limited, I am encased in my own suit of armour. This was all to be expected, but even my eyesight was suffering . Was I going blind? Before my accident, my next entry on my list of things to do was to visit the eye doctor: not the optician, but for a basic examination. With all my various health problems, the optician always tells me to visit the opthalmologist or optometrist to see if my short sightedness lead in another direction. I was ready to go, had a fall, landed in hospital and am now at home with no chance of going anywhere, so there remains only one way out of my misery: clean glasses.
I have a special linen towel at home which is ideal for cleaning glasses. Unfortunately this was in the washing machine and my second towel was used by my cleaning lady yesterday. I decided to clean my glasses with another clean towel. This did not work and I had a frame of greasy finger marks which refused to go away. I was seeing the world through a blur.
Mr. Swiss to the rescue. “Shall I clean your glasses?” “Yes please”. I did not ask what method he would use. I knew everything would be better than the present condition. He disappeared with my glasses and when they returned, lo and behold, I could see again. I am not sure whether this story has a biblical background, but Mr. Swiss made the impossible possible. I did not ask what his system was, but it worked. The blind can see again. I now have a perfect perspective on the world. My sight is no longer encrusted and I will lock away my special linen towels from the eyes of the cleaning lady. My spectacle towels are not for cleaning toilets.