Revelations in the search for husband’s sun specs

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A while ago my husband lost his sunglasses.

Now ordinarily this would not be an issue – why not simply go and buy some more?

But in his case the glasses were prescription. From two decades ago, but still prescription and thus very precious in an antique way. And obviously they weren’t where he left them.

Every woman knows they actually look when trying to locate items instead of using a sweeping glance and expecting inanimate objects to jump out, as men do

After tricking me into going on a date with him, we ended up in a high street opticians making enquiries.

What a date. Can you imagine the romance of watching your partner try on endless frames while looking critically in the mirror and pointing out their every flaw?

Sadly for both of us, the opticians turned out to be much slower than my husband hoped (six weeks). How I wish we’d asked that when we entered the store.

There was only one thing for it, I would have to help him search for the original pair.

I should have just done this in the first place as every woman knows they actually look when trying to locate items instead of using a sweeping glance and expecting inanimate objects to jump out, as men do.

I had a sneaking suspicion what was coming. When our ‘man drawer’ died a few weeks ago after an unfortunate incident of deceased dresser leg, the contents mysteriously disappeared and I’ve been avoiding finding out where they’ve been relocated.

I started looking for his glasses in the flower pot on the kitchen counter, which has become the new home of half-used ferry tickets, cash from defunct currencies and car keys from vehicles no longer on the road. No luck.

Then I entered – with his reluctant permission – his man bag. What a revelation that was. Here’s where he keeps the spare batteries, chargers for the last six phones and a parcel of foreign currency from defunct regimes. But still no prescription sun specs.

It wasn’t until my eldest daughter finally played the piano that the glasses were found, exactly where he’d left them – but obviously he just couldn’t see where that was.