Certain things almost become a part of you; favourite shoes, a special tie, or a well loved watch, and to lose them is a disaster.
So it was with my Ray Bans (above, rear). I'd always imagined they'd be placed with me in my final resting mausoleum; glued to my face, like my rings to my fingers. But no; they literally fell apart in my hands as I was putting them on almost a week ago.
Luckily Plan B was already in place, and I had a different pair waiting in the wings (above foreground). When Lady M saw me wearing them she insensitively stated " Those look nice; far better than your old ones".
I didn't speak to her for three days after that, even now I'm reluctant. Fancy saying something like that about my beloved Ray Bans. I was mortified.