Glasses

A dishy South African tested my eyes today. He had quite a lot to say about them, including an observation on my large pupils. I suppressed a giggle, wondering if it were the romance in my life that had caused them to dilate to epic proportions. Amused, he said that it was more likely to be something genetic and that it probably explained why I had a blind patch and didn’t like too much sunlight. The eyes are fascinating things.

I was then passed over to Audrey from Jamaica. She helped me choose some frames and said lovely things to me when I found a pair I liked. "If Audrey liked them, I’m sure everybody else will." I quickly questioned my rationale as I looked at her false nails, brightly painted and bejewelled with diamante... hmmm.

She had the Jamaican sunny warmth about her. We sat and chatted for a long while about life and about people who have so little in terms of material wealth. I liked her. She also reintroduced me to the phrase, "Many a mickle makes a muckle", and a completely new one, "The fish gets caught by opening its mouth". I imagined being able to use this comment in school to warn the children against saying something untrue and getting themselves into trouble, but I swiftly realised that one of them would probably reply that you can also catch a fish in a net and it might not even have its mouth open.

I am longing to see the children again next week. And now I can peer over my glasses at them. Woo hoo! Here begins a whole new realm of expressive possibilities for Miss Holmes.