Monday 13th March 2023, 9.05am (day 4,218)
Vision is important to me, and, I assume, to everyone: get your eyes checked when you can…
Getting the eyes checked out
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: glasses
In the Turls Green pub, Bradford
Saturday 3rd December 2022, 1.40pm (day 4,118)
One of those where the guy’s profile caught my eye, and the rest of the shot was whatever came into view as I caputred it.
In the bar, Brighouse Town
Saturday 19th November 2022, 2.55pm (day 4,104)
While I did get an interesting photo of Clare today it was definitely a posed shot, and I try not to have such pictures on here. Call me a pedant but it’s always been the case (and stated on the About this Blog page) — so let’s stick with it. Instead, another picture from inside a pub, or more precisely, the bar at Brighouse Town FC. We drowned our sorrows in advance, as by half time the team were 4-1 down and it didn’t get any better after that.
Gold glasses (in the pub)
Tuesday 13th April 2021, 3.45pm (day 3,519)
Although I quite like the image of this guy’s golden sunglasses, the significance is more carried by what is visible behind his head; that table sits, as did we, in the beer garden of the White Swan in Hebden Bridge. Yes folks, the pubs are open again — if you want to wrap up and go al fresco, anyway. Hurrah for that at least.
In the opticians
Saturday 18th July 2020, 8.55am (day 3,250)
I desperately need a new pair of glasses. This is because my current pair are six years old and apparently in that time my eyes have improved. If this sounds paradoxical, clearly you are not over forty years old. Maybe I’ll take the pink pair.
A good book
Wednesday 15th July 2020, 7.05pm (day 3,247)
Started my time off with as low key a day as could be managed, even by recent standards. Felt like picking up a good book, which this is, very much so: even if not a very long one. If you’ve never read this, you really should. Pictured also in the foreground, the reading glasses that I now need to make sense of it.
Planning activities
Sunday 17th May 2020, 5.40pm (day 3,188)
I know I am not the only one to whom this has happened, but I have lost all the little things, outside my immediate home, that gave my life pleasure. Except one — and that one thing is walking, experiencing the countryside. I spent the day reading, planning, looking forward. That’s a large part of the fun, in fact.
And yes, I need the reading glasses to do it. So they can take their rightful place on the stage.
Gaz
Thursday 22nd August 2019, 6.40pm (day 2,919)
Gaz is a Railway regular, and given enough time and my patience probably all who drink in there regularly have been, or will get, on here at some point. I like this shot, with the glasses behind. It does him justice I think; he’s a nice chap.
Cocktail remnants
Saturday 9th June 2018, 4.30pm (day 2,480)
A wholly uneventful weekend. These were not even my cocktails.
The morning after
Tuesday 5th June 2018, 7.30am (day 2,476)
It is perhaps better not to speculate on the fate of the former owner of these spectacles, forlornly lying abandoned on Canal Street in Manchester early today… One assumes that the position of the, let’s say, splodge is coincidental. But I guess it might not be.
Being 42 