Cantankerous was me today, late afternoon. First of all I had to write a piece which took an hour of my time. Time that I would rather have spent on a wheelie in my chair.
At last I could deal with my bloggy stuff and began to write when suddenly the right hand glass dropped out of my glasses Admittedly it had been a little shaky lately, but now it dropped out. After examination I realise there must be a minute, microscopic sized screw somewhere that was holding the frame together on the righthand size. Without glasses I could not find it, so I gave up.
What to do? Without glasses I cannot read, write and worst of all drive the car. I searched and found my last pair of eye glasses and although not exactly perfect I could see. I am an action woman so the next step was climb into the car and drive off to the supermarket where my optician is. In two minutes I was finished with the repair work and the young man cleaned the glasses, replaced the screw and I was seeing again. I was no longer so cantankerous.
Next Friday afternoon another visit to the optician for an eye test. I really need new eye glasses. It has been almost 10 years since I got the last ones.