Here today, gone the next
I haven’t done much computer work this week. I loaned my glasses to a friend who had broken theirs. They have a similar prescription to mine and can’t do their ‘day job’ without them. Hopefully their new glasses will be ready by Monday and I’ll be able to read with ease again.
I only have a slight prescription and can get by during the day without them, but when it comes to screen work it makes things a little blurry. If you have a black page on your blog with light letters I’ve got no hope of reading it (sorry!).
“Don’t you have an old pair you can wear?” I hear you ask.
Well – I would have if some drugged-out dude hadn’t stolen my handbag from my kitchen when I lived in the city.
Apart from looking after my ailing parents-in-law; getting back to my country muse; rebuilding the farmhouse, and wanting to write full-time – this is one of the reasons I left the city. My handbag was stolen twice from my house while I was at home. The first time I took the washing off the line and carried the full load through the back door. By the time I’d dumped them on the couch to fold someone had followed me in and taken my bag from the kitchen. The second time I’d just got home from a friends funeral. I took the dogs out the front to feed them, but they both barked and raced around to the back of the house. Someone must have been watching for a while and knew their feeding time because they managed to jump the fence, slip in through the window and grab my bag before the dogs (German Shepherd and Rottweiler) could
rip them to pieces stop them. That’s a lot of work for five bucks! But my glasses were in my bag and the hassle of (not only reporting all cards missing and getting a new drivers licence) replacing them was an absolute pain.
This is a pretty long story to explain why I don’t have a spare set of glasses – but hey, you asked!
On the home front the pictures below tell the whole story.
Here one day
Gone the next
The RUC should be delivered in the next few weeks and there’ll be photos aplenty!