Entry for January 5, 2007

Well, my slapstick start to the New Year continues. I was going to bed late last night after more Match Play work. I took my contact lenses out and then entered into the standard Thursday night pantomime.
You see, our cleaner comes on a Thursday. Yes – we have a cleaner – get over it. And she is wonderful except for one thing. She moves my glasses from their standard storage place on top of the bathroom radiator. That is where they go in the morning. That is where I expect them to be at night.
This is not another manifestation of my OCD. In this instance, the requirement for the specs to where I left them is a matter of necessity, because, once my contact lenses are out, I am clinically blind. I am not exaggerating. My optician once used those words. “Without your glasses you’re clinically blind” he (or possibly she) said. They laughed as well. I suspect he phoned all his optician pals later that night.
Anyway, the cleaner does not know this, and every Thursday I forget she’s been and I take my contact lenses out and then I stumble around the bathroom until I find them. Last night was no exception as I blundered around the bog, cursing for at least twenty minutes. In my blind madness I knocked the bathroom radio over, sending the bracket straight down the pan. Imagine my delight at having to retrieve it.
After all that, I found them down the back of the radiator. I think the cleaner has it in for me.