This morning, my eyes told me that this was not a contact lenses day. Just enough pinkness to convince me that glasses would be the sensible option. So after showering and dressing, I took my glasses from their case, took the cloth in my hand to give the lenses a quick polish, and this happened:
The tiny screw holding the frame together decided that it was a good time to pop out, which I thought was rather rude of it. And can I find the set of miniature screwdrivers that I’m almost certain I’ve got somewhere? Of course not.
Good job I’ve got a backup pair of glasses, really.