Stop at Specsavers to check on their various sale combos. Not unusually there is a profusion/confusion of deals, mutually exclusive. Senior discount but not on the two for one, etc. Free varifocal lenses with some frames, but at what the lady describes as “entry” level. Our older lenses. Circa 1920, I suggest innocently. And get a bit of a laugh. But “entry” surely a term designed only to sound contemptuous. It’s right in there with training bra. Fourteen year olds don’t wear varifocals. Do they say to forty year olds whose arms are no longer quite long enough to hold the phone book that they might like some entry level progressive lenses? Not for the fully mature man or woman. Maybe I’ll be up against an entry level cane in another few years.
But how much difference is there with the new and improved? All lenses are indeed not created equal, but what are we talking here? And I have not really had anything much to complain about with previous bog standard glasses. What I would like to be able to do is offer the lady £10 to skip the patronising jargon loaded sales pitch, but can see that this is not really on. However will have to do something to replace current frames, now soldered on one side and wired on the other.
Bit of shopping on Kilburn High Road. Then stop at Roses for a meal. They do very nice grilled salmon fillets and will let you trade potatoes for extra veg if you want. At the next table a woman with a strong Irish accent complains volubly to the young European waitress that the roast chicken takeaway she had here recently turned out not to include stuffing. And chicken HAS stuffing she repeats. The girl is discreetly inaudible but seems to be saying that there is only stuffing with the turkey. Sounds reasonable - and seasonal. Have had roast chicken here myself, although not recently, and quite sure that I neither got nor expected stuffing. Wonder what the owner will do for staff post Brexit. Don’t know if we’ve ever seen a waitress here who wasn’t East European.
There is a menu, but specials as well as many of the regular offerings are listed on huge chalkboards on the wall. Take the opportunity to photograph the breakfast menu, only slightly obscured by Christmas lights. Always reminds us irresistibly of the Monty Python spam, spam, spam and spam skit.
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