Here's me and my boy about eighteen months ago in the cloud room at the Timehouse in Totnes. I was wearing my varifocal glasses that I bought from Asda in Taunton about six months previously. They were neat. But then I broke them and shortly after my spare pair went kaput because sometimes I can be hellishly clumsy. And so as it's a bit of a palaver to go for a new eye test and get proper replacements I've been relying on supermarket reading glasses ever since. A pair that I was rather partial to was bought last May in E Leclerc in Morlaix for about a tenner, thrown in with the grocery shop on the way to our favourite Breton campsite. The same cat's eye shape as the proper ones. I pushed them onto the top of my head when they weren't needed for close work. Over the last month though they've been on their last legs. An arm fell off about ten days ago and then the lenses popped out. Finally the bit of plastic that held the fringe snapped off. I was philosophical about it. As I've said I'm a clumsy klutz and this is good going.
So yesterday a new pair arrived from Amazon sixteen hours after I'd ordered the emergency placement. Nine quid and reasonably nice. I don't like them quite as much as my old frenchy ones but I doubt if anyone else will notice the difference. The question is whether I go back to expensive prescription lenses. Opticians say that it's not a good idea to wear cheap and cheerful specs. But is it a case of 'They would say that, wouldn't they?' or am I really doing myself untold damage?