Titanium or Aloominim...

Should have gone to Specsavers...
That's what we say when people don't get it. Or see it. Or if they persistently mess things up through lack of vision. For the second Monday in a row I did. Go to Specsavers. It was very early and the shopping centre was barely awake. I was concerned that no one else had arrived for their appointments. Late. Cancelled. And me. One has to wonder if the optometrist would be able to see anything at that hour. I've been wondering about automatic cars, more efficient robots, and whether there would be any jobs left in the future. My fears were semi-allayed when the lady told me where to rest my chin. The rest, as they say, is history. The machine woke up and moved ominously into position, whirling and wheezing and whining as they do, until it peered into my eye with more excruciating robotic groans and after the human assistant directed me to gaze with expectation at another green light in the tunnel ahead, FLASH - it took a selfie - of my eye. And of course its sister whizzed into action with assessments, puffs, and various pants to complete the assessment that I had arrived at my appointment.
Having faced the real optometrist who seemed awfully young to operate her set of amazing robots, and who made ME decide how far I would actually hold my mobile phone, tablet, device and perhaps a real book. the spell was cast and a new prescription prescribed.
Cue Daisy. Breaking into song I began that old war time favourite- " Daisy Daisy, give me your answer do.." and in a flash another pile of frames shaped my destiny, and ultimately my chubby cheeks, Sorry folks - all those who LOVED my brightly coloured preselected plastic frames, Daisy who was a whiz at these things proceeded to introduce me to the FLEXIFRAME. Behold - bend these every which way but where they should have been, and behold - they spring back into shape.
Having been weighed and found wanting in the doctor's rooms, and knowing what a spectacle one can make of oneself when one sits on the things, the next decision was simple. Titanium or Aloominim. Bye bye plastic. At that price one goes for the light weight super flexible non-corrosive virtually unbreakable metal that feels like an extended paper clip with hinges.
So there we are. Should have gone to Specsavers went.
And that was Monday before 11.00am.
The rest of the day is far from funny, in case you were hoping for a bucket of laughs. O yes there were amazing moments. Like the re-appearance of the 2 dollar shop in new red colours, where actually, everything is actually two dollars (unless otherwise indicated). With joyful abandon I purchased three NO PARKING SIGNS which will be gleefully attached through double sided tape to specifically targeted areas where no maniac in a too long or red car would ever dare to park.
The curry lady, with a broad smile from the depths of the Indus river valley delta, again put too much curry on our plate, because we love her cooking as she feels immense and deep compassion for these untouchables who have to share a meal. The coffee we shared amazingly came with two Bavarian creme donuts. It helps to buy coffee from the Donut place. And Millers miraculously had the perfect jumper (aka jersey) for the ever-vigilant Mrs P.
My friend David from Dils spent a long time while we were having this blast of success solving the challenges of the day so that we could move forward with the double funeral on Thursday. More later about the fact that this couple who have died a few days apart lived up the road from us.
The DAILY DAIRY - out, Peace. A robot will NEVER NEVER NEVER write this blog... Yet.