As something of a public service announcement I would like to state that should you be desirous of tasting the driest Spanish omelette baguette or what is undoubtedly the vilest “bacon” baguette served in the Iberian Peninsular then I can direct your footsteps towards La Cantina del Pintxo in Passeig de la Ribera, 41 in Sitges.
This morning while cleaning my glasses they broke neatly in half at the nosepiece. This now means that every piece of metal work on these fabulously expensive glasses has now snapped. There is a definite price to be paid for having rimless lenses held in place by virtually undetectable sprung mental arms. If they weren’t so comfortable I might have junked them long ago. That, and the fact that the specially thinned, photo chromatic, variable focus lenses were the most expensive that I have ever bought and will have to be used until I have no sight left!
I put contact lenses in but needed to find my half glasses to be able to read properly. I am now using old contact lenses from the time when my optician way trying to find the happy median to compensate for my short and long sightedness. All the experiments were only qualified successes and I am left with a variety of different strength lenses that I can use in various combinations to continue the experiments.
So, in order to get something near my normal prescription for lenses, and get my broken glasses repaired I had to go to Sitges as I have discovered an optician who is able to repair the particular make of glasses that I use.
Having paid out yet another vast sum of money for the daily disposable lenses that I use (when I feel like it) we went in search of something to eat and found, to our cost the aforementioned La Cantina del Pintxo. Avoid it like the plague. And the bread of the baguette wasn’t very nice either!
While going through my briefcase I found the packet of postcards (all with stamps on) that I put together so I could send one to Aunt Bet every couple of days during her illness. I only managed to send her one. A sad moment looking at them.
I am hoping that Friday will give me an opportunity to celebrate a life and accept that memory will be something to cherish and will be enough.
Meanwhile there is a vast amount of work to be done before we leave on Thursday. School demands attention and Wednesday evening will be spent in one of the interminable meetings that our school does so well.
And yes, that is irony.