It’s funny how all the things which seem to be getting older on you seem to remind you of it all at once!

I’ve been getting a bit of gip from the ears of late, so rather than burdening my Doctor and take her away from the mundane work of writing out Sick Notes on a Monday morning, went down to the local Supermarkets Pharmacy for some medication.
I asked the young attractive Pharmacist for the best Ear Drops there were for giving them a bit of a flush out.
She showed me two types, so I thought I’d read the instructions to get a good idea of what I was about to spend nearly £5 of my hard fought for cash.

It was at that moment that I remembered I hadn’t my reading glass’s with me and had to ask the poor young soul to read it out to me.
I had similar problems a few days back where the Argos Catalogue demands you have eyes of Goliath to read the code numbers at the bottom.
Anyway, all done and as I walked away thanked her for her help. Well, I think I thanked the right one - there were two of them - I think there were anyway.

Upon getting home, I found my reading glass’s and once again ran over the Instructions. Seemed quite easy, so I decided I could kill two birds with one stone; that is laying down on my side allowing the drops to sit around my ear drum and do the biz. I could then do the other one and have a total of 20 minutes having a rest as well.

No sooner had I placed myself on the Floor, when the Phone rang. I didn’t want to walk through to pick it up normally or the drops would come out,
so I thought the best way would be to walk to the Phone with my head to one side, pick it up and lay back down on the Floor again.

At this moment I forgot that I get occasional Vertigo and halfway through to the Sitting Room slowly keeled over to starboard and fell to the floor in a heap by the fireplace (bit like a Friday nights in Ashford High Street).

After half an hour all was done and I could go about my business. But before that, the person who tried to phone earlier rang back. It was the Broadband Provider ringing to find out whether or not my connection had been tweaked.
We had a two way conversation, mainly consisting of the word “Pardon” at both ends.

He had a broad accent and I’d forgotten to put my teeth in.

Oh well, as far as I know, the nose is OK and it’s a darned good thing I am strikingly good looking!

BTW - If the DVLA are reading this, I’m perfectly OK. I just take the occasional shortcut that’s all - over the Roundabouts.