Daughter phoned last night. 'Your glasses are behind the cushions on the sofa in the lounge.'
'Why?'
'GrandDaughter2 was walking around with them.'
'So behind the cushions seemed like a good alternative?'
My glasses are safely back on my nose now. Of course I still can't get digital radio in the kitchen. I am threatening to stop all kitchen-related activity unless the problem is solved but as Younger Son is doing most of the cooking these days I probably won't be missed.
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