This morning was a walking morning. When I looked out I of the window to assess the weather I saw that it was damp and misty, but not actually raining. It’s been a very damp June and July this year. Rather than put on the full rain clobber, I put on a sweatshirt jacket and left.
The mist was a bit heavier than I was expecting, and eventually I had to take my glasses off, because it was clearer without them than with them. I put them in one of the pockets of the sweatshirt jacket.
After a pleasant walk I arrived home a little damp, but not soaked. I have this routine which results in me going walking in dirty clothes so that I can put them in the wash when I get back. This morning was no exception.
(Those of you who are quick will have already guessed the ending by now).
Mid way through this morning I wanted to quickly go down to the shops, taking my car. In order to drive I really need glasses, legally I’m apparently OK without them, but I don’t know how anyone could drive safely with this level of sight. I did the usual glasses search, desk, book shelf, kitchen window, sideboard, Sue’s desk, Sue’s bookcase, bed-side cabinet. Why are there so many places you can store glasses. But no glasses. It was time to stop and try to remember when I last had them.
The washing machine had just finished its cycle. I approached it with some anxiety. Opening the door I reached for the jacket hoping that they would have been protected in the pocket, but they weren’t in the pocket. Expecting the worst I emptied the rest of the machine, there at the bottom were my glasses.
Fortunately they are not a mangled wreck, somewhat cleaner than before, but OK.
It’s nice when things are that way around, too often it seems like things turn our worse than they first seemed.
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