We had a crisis yesterday morning. Chantal lost her specs – her distance specs. No distance specs means no driving, it was time to go to work, and she only has the one pair. It was my fault, of course, since she definitely last wore them while checking my latest blog for the Oakstump, which means that you lot are all implicated as well. We carefully searched all the possible locations and most of the unlikely locations, and all before my first cup of tea of the day, but Chantal kept coming back to the study where she was convinced that I had lost her specs. At one point she convinced me that I had picked them up and had been reading the paper wearing them. I think that the paper would have to have been propped open at the end of the garden, but I still checked that the pair on my forehead were reading specs.
Chantal finally concluded that there was only one option – to drive to work without specs. This was clearly of great concern to me, since she would have the dogs in the car, and I obviously I have to give due consideration to their health and welfare, and so I seriously considered abandoning my bike and taking the dogs in my car.
The specs turned up before Chantal left – in the “other” living room, where, as she suddenly recalled, Chantal had last taken them off the night before, to use her reading specs to look at some information about Optical Express…..
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
