One of the arms on my glasses snapped off a couple of weeks ago, luckily I have a few pairs so managed.  Today, I took them back to the opticians, who told me they were out of warranty, and also they were an old prescription.

I decided to take up ASDA superb offer – 2 new pairs (varifocal/thinned/antiscratch) for £120!

An hour to spare I slowly made my way around the glasses stands, trying on many pairs.  I am very short-sighted, great for seeing close up…so  took my glasses off so  I could see how the new frames looked in the mirror.

Then I put my own glasses back on when I had made up my mind, – BUT they weren’t my glasses, they had no lenses in!!  I had put my own glasses on the racks of glasses, to make it worse I hadn’t a clue where they were and couldn’t see well enough to glance and see them

The staff were busy serving, so I had to start and slowly work my way up and down every single stand of glasses, looking for a pair without a label on. Eventually a lady came to help.

It took us over 45 minutes to find them!!!

Nearly a week ago I bought a ‘bargain’ on Gumtree for £34, from someone living in Huddersfield.  Great, in my mind I would pick it up when working over there, no issues, easy peasy…. WRONG.

The lady was lovely, and we have been texting backward and forward for a few days trying to find a suitable time.  Tonight was the night I was picking it up, she had to go out, but would leave it for me well wrapped and would I put the money through the letterbox.

I finished my home visit at Mirfield, set up my sat nav and set off to her house.  My giddy aunt, I must have gone up every windy country road between Mirfield and the other side of Huddersfield, pitch black, no lights and it was raining and windy to boot.

Arrived 40 minutes later – I kid you not, it was that far.  Up a side street, with a row of houses running off at either side.  I wanted number 8…. fat chance!

Got out of my car, nearly got blown over and it was raining like mad, I had my trusty torch and set off from where the sat.nav had said I had arrived.  No number 8.  I walked up and down the chuffing road, got very pally with two residents trying to help me. Then a lovely young man (another resident) told me that the houses go off at an angle and they were all the same street, not different streets… very complicated.

I eventually found number 8!!  Hallelujah…walked around with the torch in their yard, looking under things, behind things – nothing.  I text the lady; she said I was at her back door and she had left it at the front… I thought it was back to back.

As I am leaving the yard, my feet felt to be floating on a cushion, very soft… shone my torch down and they were 3 inches thick in dog dirt. Shone torch in yard and I think I had walked through every piece of dog dirt there was.

Nothing to wipe it off on so trailed the stuff to the end of the road, turned left, left again and was now at the front of the house.  Found said parcel and posted money through door.  Got back to car – cold, wet through and stinking of dog dirt.

Found some wipes in boot of car, the shoes were that bad I  got it all over my hands – no bag to put the shoes in, but at least I had a spare pair in the boot.

Called at McDonald’s on my way home for a McChicken sandwich meal and a McFlurry – and I did remember to wash my hands.

This true story happened several years ago.  My lovely nephew and his partner moved into a house not far from where I live.  They were doing bits and bobs to it, and as I drove past, I kept my eye out for the development.

I was then invited to go down and have a look at their new home and a catch up.  When I arrived at the house, I could see some men on the roof.  I knocked on the door, no reply, so I tried the door, and it was unlocked – so I went in.  I guessed that my Nephew was up on the roof.  I had a wander around the room and kitchen; it was lovely.  Then when he didn’t arrive, I phoned him to let him know I was there.

My nephew responded, ‘where are you; we are looking for you out of the window.’  I was in an entirely different house, which was on the next street to them.  I hadn’t had the sense to ask for the address, I just made an assumption that knew EXACTLY where it was.

The scary twist is that there was a HUGE dogs cage in the kitchen, I thought – they must have got a dog. Very lucky for me, the dog was not in the house.

The people who live there have no idea to this day that I wandered around their house, and I still pass it at least once a week.

What the hell! Called at Batley Mill shop after funeral, tried on a dress.. Then got a coffee and scone.

Just sat down, realised dress is on inside out.