BLIND, MY EYE!
Debbie the Soccer Mum had a lovely weekend. With hubby and brood, she went to a nearby beach just to chill a while. She hates using sunscreen but this time tried to do the right thing and put some on. But a dollop of it went into one eye. Then on the way back to the car, she looked up at one point — with the one good eye — and the rest of the family were gone. She just couldn’t find them. Well, what to do? She trudged the fair hump back to their house, rather annoyed. And having hubby’s car key in her pocket all this time, it meant that hubby and the kids were obliged to walk all the way back home too. She got to the house first and rang hubby. No good, he’d left his mobile at home. So she jumped in her car and was almost out of her street when hubby and kids came around the corner. “What happened to you?” she and hubby asked each other. Now back at the house as she got out of her car she was so annoyed she closed her car door too emphatically, in fact so mightily that it jammed shut, good and solid. To drive hubby back to get his car at the beach she had to crawl over him from the passenger side. Later on she had to call the trusty RACQ to come and un-jam the door. The next day, convinced she was going blind, she tracked down an optometrist who sorted it all out.