A tale of the travelling glasses

A tale of the travelling glasses

When John and I left home on an extended trip in our motorhome, John packed not one pair of reading glasses, not two, but three.

So John was well provided for if he wanted to read the paper or be on the computer. For the rest of the day he needed his pair of long-distance glasses.

Over the years the glasses have been left behind many times. On our cruise to Alaska, we had used an internet café to send emails home and were back at the ship when John realised his glasses were left in the town. Back he goes on the bus and returns, glasses safe and intact.

Many a time we have had to retrace our steps to look for glasses that have been left in cafes.

This trip, we were into about two days out from home and we were again looking for the elusive set of frames. We discovered them in the cabin of the truck, hidden under a shelf on the floor.

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A few days later, we had got back to the caravan park after buying some groceries and fuel. We plugged into power, connected up the water tap. I set up the television, took out the kettle and the computer.

About an hour later, John couldn’t find his glasses. We spent a good half hour searching then thought maybe he had left them in the garage. It was too far to walk, so we unhooked, drove down into town, but had no luck. It was dark by this time. Back we go to the park, hook up to the power and water again, where the search continued.

Lo and behold, we found then in the overhead cupboard, safe and sound. Another couple of times they went missing they were just hiding from us for a short time, so no real drama.

Well into our trip, we stopped for a photo shoot by the ocean and walked along a path down around some rocks. The path was wet, with small waves breaking over them. We got back in the car and, well, what do you know? Those glasses were once again missing.

I checked a photo of John I had taken, the glasses in his hand. Out of the car once more and the search began on the path down to the sea. There they were waiting for us.

A few days later, they were gone forever, lost at the Twelve Apostles lookout. I hope the spare pair of glasses tucked up in their case at home are regretting not coming on this trip, they would have had so much fun. John now has a chain attached to the driving glasses.

Do your glasses like to go on their own adventures, too? Let us know all about it in the comments section below.

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