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So, the dog ate my glasses on Sunday.

That’s the second pair of glasses the little sausage dog has eaten.

This time it was a pair of cheap ‘Oakley sunglasses’, frogskins that are £80 per pair.

I realised that’s not cheap for sunglasses but it’s cheap for Oakley sunglasses.

I was cross.

I picked them up and threw them on the ground and snapped the arm off them because the lenses had already been removed and chewed.

There’s a back story to these glasses because before lockdown 1 I lost a pair of frogskins that were really old and ‘close friends’ of mine and I couldn’t bring myself to buy another pair until my business seemed to be in survival mode.

I eventually encouraged myself to buy a pair because things were getting ok and then my dog ate them.

For the avoidance of doubt it’s not my dogs’ fault and I didn’t kick the dog and put videos of it online.

I left my work bag lying on the floor with the pouch open where the glasses were, in a house where my dog had already eaten a pair of glasses.

Entirely my fault.

My father-in-law would tell me “your nowt to £80 lad”.

And as luck would have it, he would be right.

Gone are the days when I first came to Nottingham, where I would regularly turn up at a cash point and put my card in to withdraw money and have none.

But that’s not the point is it.

So, now I’m supposed to just go online and instantly order a replacement for the frogskins which someone will put in a container in China and ship here for my convenience because I left them lying around and my dog ate them.

And so, the disposable society continues and rolls round and round again because it’s not really about the money, it’s about the real cost of what happens.

I actually have other sunglasses (I have a sunglasses addiction which I will tell you about later perhaps) but the frogskins serve a purpose and so, what I did was picked them up, took a breath, clipped the arm back on the frame and put the chewed lenses back in the frame.

Then it made me laugh because every time I put them on, I’ll remember how my little dog ate my glasses.

They only get worn when I’m in the car or when I’m on a dog walk and, in the end, I realised that the battered glasses that are on my face only cover a face that’s a lot more battered and ‘dog chewed’ than the glasses on the top.

Thinking about how we buy things or replace things is going to become more and more urgent so perhaps I should just start with the frogskins.

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