A Little Tale of Spectacle Searches and Silver Solutions My wonderfully spirited Auntie Brenda, bless her cotton socks, was, and I really do mean *was always*, forever misplacing her reading spectacles. It was an almost daily ritual, wasn't it? One moment they'd be perched confidently on her nose, helping her decipher the cryptic crossword or perhaps the latest scandal in the tabloids, and the next, poof! Vanished into thin air, only to reappear tucked behind her ear or, rather comically, dangling from the dog's tail as he trotted past, utterly oblivious. It truly was a regular occurrence, a r...
