Daughter urgently required a spare pair of glasses, so I ended up buying a book.
We had dragged ourselves into town, and when it turned out an eye test was unavoidable, I realised I’d come unprepared with not a single book to hand, despite having three on the go at home.
Which is how we made it to Waterstones, because you can ‘always’ buy another book.
So I sat on a chair at Specsavers and read my new Terry Pratchett until such a time as Daughter had managed to escape all up-selling, and emerged with a new pair of glasses for very little money.
I, on the other hand, having no spare arm to hand – heh – have got myself some pysio. Yes, I know it’s physio, but I was quite taken with the Resident IT Consultant’s earlier typo for this service. And on the basis that it sounds like some benevolent little elf, I’m off to more pysio this morning.