Not even a sniff of them.
Cos I went to the opticians.
I now have a 450 Euro hole in my fantasy budget.
The Sock Dropper is resolutely refusing to come on board to my rationale that since the optician says I should have had these glasses for the last two decades or so, they are actually only costing 22.50 !
Cos my fantasy budget is annual and this is one pair of needed glasses whose cost should retrospectively be spread out over the last twenty years of fantasy budget, which if you think about it leaves plenty left over (from the previous 450 Euros worth of glasses that I DIDN'T buy, cos I wasn't aware I was supposed to see that far away) for "powder blue criss cross T strap with a twist" stilettos.
He is sticking his heels in and going with a more literally interpretation of numbers along the lines of - 450 out now, means no more going out for purposes of giving Imelda Marcos a run for her money.
I am forlorn.
I'd much rather spend all those Euros on shoes.
Who needs to see anyway.
It's only the far away stuff.
Like the telly.
I can see my own feet just fine.