The weekend's other disappointment (the first being my car) was breaking my glasses as I clambered off the train at the end of my journey home. Worse than that, I'm told they can't be repaired without being sent away.
This has two side-effects. First, I've finally booked a sight test. (The optician even gave me a letter of recommendation for work.) Second, I'm back wearing my old glasses. You know, the pair that led Jude to call me Radar.
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