These are my glasses.
Or “spectacles” if you prefer.
I used to have really good eyesight and then… I hit 40.
Suddenly, I found I needed glasses for reading.
But as my eyes worsened, I then needed stronger ones for reading and close-up work and weaker ones for mid-range. My far-sightedness was fine, but even that weakened after a while. I found I was carrying around several pairs of glasses with me.
And, it reached a point where I was balancing two pairs of glasses on my nose, whenever I needed to read really fine print or do very close-up work.
And so I made a decision to change and last year (might have been the one before), I opted (no pun intended) for Varifocals.
And what a boon they have been.
I should have done it sooner.
From this picture, you can probably guess what I have been doing today.
We last painted the front of the house, about ten years ago and it has been looking rather shabby of late.
Mrs M also wanted to change the colour: grey is the new magnolia.
First coat was done this morning and a second coat tomorrow. We have to get it done by midday, because that’s when the sun works it’s way round to the front and the temperature becomes unbearable to work in. And my aluminium ladders become unbearably hot to stand on, I discovered today.
I’ve really got a lot on, tomorrow, so I’ll probably have to start about 7am.
Michelangelo had it so much easier!
When I am at work. I will have porage as a mid morning snack – as I have mentioned here before.
But at home – as I am today – I’m quite keen on tea and toast.
And – as everyone knows – the best jam to have on toast, is apricot.
You are all probably also aware that the best apricot jam in the world, is made by my sister-in-law.
Unfortunately, she has run out, but this pot of French apricot conserve, is actually a pretty good substitute.
This is our home telephone.
Well, one of a set of three.
Like most home phones, it’s of the cordless DECT variety.
And it’s knackered.
We seem to go through phones like they are going out of fashion. I reckon I have to replace them every couple of years or so.
We’ve had all the makes, but none of them seem to last.
“Panasonic is a good make”, “I thought. These should last OK”.
But no. The ringer is gone and we can hardly tell when it’s ringing sometimes.
I wouldn’t mind so much, but we rarely use them.
Maybe I’ll go back to the old corded versions. With a wire.
They never went wrong.
This is my fancy wireless set.
I never have it on.
Instead, it is programmed to record various comedy programmes, from Radio 4 and Radio 4 Extra, onto an SD memory card.
Then, once a month, I download them onto my computer, convert from MP2 to MP3 and then put them onto a CD-RW to listen to in the car.
It’s a bloody Godsend!
This is our alarm clock. It’s probably about 15 years old or more, but still going strong.
The good thing about it, is that it has two alarms: one for me and one for the current Mrs Masher.
The first alarm is mine and goes off at 5am, with a very annoying Beep Beep, Beep Beep… If I’m not awake before it goes off – which I usually am – then I tend to wake as soon as that first Beep Beep, goes off. No snoozing: straight up and out of bed.
Because I’m annoying like that.
The second alarm is for Mrs M. It’s the local radio station and it’s pretty loud. She will sleep through the first five minutes of it and then doze for another five before finally dragging herself out of bed.
Unbelievably though, I’ve known her to sleep right through it before now.
These are my walking boots.
They really were made for walking.
And I walk in them everyday, when I take the dog out.
They’re a bit heavy, but so VERY comfortable – now that I’ve broken them in.
But, I’m not the only one who loves my boots (or beewwts as they are known elsewhere).
Saber adores them because, when she sees me pick them up, she knows it’s THAT time.
Well, Summer seems to have arrived properly now, which means the grass needs to be cut far more regularly.
I hate gardening in general, so will only do the bare minimum to keep it looking tidy.
However, that bare minimum suddenly became a lot easier, last year, when I decided to get a petrol driven lawnmower. Not having to drag extension leads around the garden and not having to worry about accidentally running over the cord and cutting it (which I have done several times, in the past), makes the chore of mowing the lawn, that bit more agreeable.
In fact, so impressed was I with this (should have got one years ago), that I also went out and bought a cordless strimmer and a cordless hedge trimmer, both of which have proved to be a boon.
Now, if I can just find a cordless, dog-proof, garden broom…
This is the broom that I use for sweeping up in the garden.
At least, it was until the dog got hold of it.
Ten years I have owned that broom.
Now look at it!
These are my car keys.
Well, that black, oval fob thing on the left is.
Y’see, my car is one of those key-less ones. So long as the fob is somewhere within the car, I can press a button that says START/STOP on the dashboard and the engine will start.
I also have to press it to turn off the ignition at the end of the jouney.
All sounds quick and easy.
But, it’s a pain. It really is.
I’ve lost count of how many times I have got out of the car, only to realise the keys are still in there somewhere and as such, I can’t lock the doors.
When they are hanging conveniently from the steering column, it really is easy, because you turn the key anti-clockwise and pull it out of the lock. The key is then conveniently already in your hand.
But no, I have to pull up in my parking spot; press the START/STOP button to turn off the engine; get out of the car; try to lock the door without the keyfob; harumph to myself, crawl back in to the car; search through the various cubbyholes to see which one I might have put it in; run my hand along the back of the passenger seat in case it has got wedged in there; eventually find them on the floor, where they’d fallen when I’d had to brake sharply on the M40 thanks to that twat in the BMW; harumph again; back myself out of the car and then lock the door.
And this – apparently – is progress.