Grandad’s glasses hold a lesson for us all, while bringing back memories of similar episodes. Over to Michael…..

Grandad was agitated.
He was pacing back and forwards, from one room to another. The whole time he was muttering to himself, “I’m sure I had them this morning. Now they have to be here.”
When we inquired as to what it was, he was looking for he exploded: “My glasses, I had them this morning, and now they’ve disappeared. Have you kids been hiding them again?”
Collectively we protested our innocence and began looking ourselves.
Pretty soon there was a major search on. Questions were asked: “where do you remember wearing them?” “What colour is the frame?” “Do you have a spare pair?”
The questions only infuriated him more. “I’ve got one pair, and without them, I’m as blind as a bat.”
We looked everywhere, the kitchen, the bathroom, his bedroom and no glasses could be found.
Feeling down about the whole business, we sat and pondered what to…
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