After I spent a ridiculously large sum of dosh on my glasses, I was less than pleased with the pointing, giggling and muffled squeaks of ‘Anne Robinson!!’ in the days that followed. No, I am not a redhead but yes, I do have cropped hair.
Fortunately (!) said expensive glasses are now so wonky (kneeling on them really didn’t do them much good), I now need to get some new ones. I’ll take Beau with me to pick the frames, because he’s always devastatingly honest about how things look (see last time when I pounced on a pair that I thought were veh exciting – he looked at me doubtfully, then shook his head, saying in no uncertain terms – ‘No, babe – WELDER!). Wish me luck.