Waiting with my Mum for a train. To my horror, my other glasses break. Both my pairs of glasses have now broken and this means that I will have to face my fear of and and all medical procedures and actually go to the optician. I am glad that my lens did not drop into the path of the train.
I will have to fix my glasses as best as I can for now though. We look for a seat on the train - a drunk man lolls in one of the seats, sprawled about. Mum sits down in a seat for one - where am I to sit? I really want to fix my glasses.
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