Showing posts with label one dam thing after another.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label one dam thing after another.. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Woe is me

I’m not talking plague and pestilence here – just a few little pin pricks which I could well do without. For instance I have been throwing myself wholeheartedly into saving the planet(unlike another house holder not a million miles away) washing plastic bottles, flattening shiny cardboard, reverently wrapping teabags, egg shells, and banana skins in the Daily Telegraph and depositing them in their respective boxes and then I went and cut myself washing out a tin of baked beans. I’ve had to ban MTL from doing the same- should it occur to him – as he is on Warfarin.

I was fairly confident when the optician summoned me for an inspection that my eyes were fine and sure enough the beginnings of a cataract hadn’t changed in two years and everything else was healthy (there is a special in- depth examination now which I had) but my prescription had changed. Recalling how much they cost last year I ummmed and aaahed and even quoted my son’s disbelief at how much they cost, whereupon I was reminded of the varilux lenses, the specially thin lenses, the titanium frames and the react- to- light lenses and if I left it longer than six months I would have to have another examination. So for the sake of economy I shall use the same frames, stick to varilux because they are excellent and dispense with the react- to- light which I don’t find very satisfactory - and it still costs a bomb! The big drawback is it takes about a fortnight to fit the lenses – they have to go away and I have to use old glasses meanwhile so be prepared for barely legible posts.

Mum always said ‘A woman’s hair is her crowning glory’ so I was concerned to return from holiday to find my usual hairdresser had disappeared. She only worked two days a week but for anything other than a straight forward shampoo and blow- dry I would always make a point of booking her. She has always been so kind and supportive I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t said anything but was told firmly she wouldn't be allowed to. There is talk that she is going to start again and meanwhile my hair is growing at a rate of knots.

I’m meeting the girls today and they have had far more important problems to deal with so I’ll get a grip and play some music. It will either be below or above this.

Below – nothing like a combo of Maria and Tosca to put thing in perspective.