Also only the middle of the lens is properly ground. So what prescription is the rest of the lens made to? The wrong one.

Progressive lenses are the biggest incentive to go Lasic I can think of.

I persist with two pairs, although I might go progressive some day, and keep my old non-reading glasses for playing cricket, which I imagine would be disastrous in multi-prescription glasses.

Yes, I'm finding the limitations of these progressive lenses already. For being outside taking photos or on my bike, I need a thinner sliver of reading prescription at the bottom, and a deeper stretch of landscape-viewing prescription. And the sides are weird. I can set up lapping waves along the dining table by sitting in the middle spot and tipping my head back and forth. If testing myself for mal de mer was ever something I needed to do, I have the right glasses with which to do it.
But they are perfect for supermarkets.

[Raak] Amen.

Sending messages from the smartphone by selecting the first word proposed. Needs to be seeded with a couple of words and often ends up in an infinite loop, but there is a certain disquieting quality in it.

[Raak] Or Sitting on a lonely hill and listening to the noise. Both are equally soothing, IMHO.

(Raak + Phil) x 10 = sitting on a very high mountain and listening to both. I highly recommend Switzerland for the purpose.

(Phil) Reigate Hill is not that lonely but the racket from the M25 should make up for it.

[Rosie] I was thinking of Lowbury Hill, on the Berkshire/Oxfordshire border, where most of the noise comes from skylarks.

[PPRR] I did it on our back deck this afternoon. Tractors and buzzards. Peeeuw peeeuw.

(pen) There's no answer to that. Were the buzzards all called Leighton?

(pen) I misread your post, substituting the first person plural for the first person singular. It's Phil's fault - you know what he's like.

[Rosie] Typical. And in answer to your question, I doubt it. They're Dutch ones.

[Rosie] I would try to deny it, but nobody would believe me.

Lebkuchen Yes, it's getting near Xmas and the moreish little buggers are in the shops already....

Taking part in huge games of Werewolf. The card game, not the idiotic LARP.

Each of the first few sort-of-words uttered by one's grandchild. He said "ready" yesterday, when we were playing the "ready, steady, sit down" game I invented.

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And yes, I have surreptitiously trained my grandson to sit on command :)

(Phil, via revelation) Command. Is that a family word for the potty? Best of luck, mate.

Running for a train, and catching it. I am so glad to be getting home around 1am rather than 2am.

Tangentially: Being better at running 5km than I expected. I'm aiming for 26 minutes on Saturday morning, and 25 mins by February.

Staying on a sporty theme : shooting 4 handicap points better at archery simply by holding the bow a tad differently. Nifty.

Padding across a cold marble floor in thick fluffy slippers. Ok, my bathroom floor isn't actually marble, the tiles just look like it.

Padding across a marble floor with underfloor heating in bare feet. Ok, ours are porcelain tiles, not marble either.

Eeeeee you two are lucky to 'ave floor! We only have sandpit filled wi' bits of broken glass.

Diff'rent strokes, as they say. I hate hot floors. My fave is walking across a cold stone floor on a hot day... ahhhhh. My feet are definitely heat sinks.

Dressing up like my character in the Deadlands:Reloaded weird west game I'm involved in. The GM turned up in cowboy drag too yesterday. I am an inspiration to the younger generation.

I should hasten to add I only do this on those days we actually play the game, and I confine my wild west RPG cosplay to those regions that can be seen when I sit at the table. The lower Steviebod is clad in my usual pink tutu, black vinyl hotpants and rubber waders.

The fact that there's a word for 'blep'. An assortment of bleps.

The prosect of once more having muddy boots when I work on enhancing my expertise of fruit tree pruning and Dutch fruit tree vocabulary, next Saturday morning, and the next four Saturday mornings after that.

[pen] Were it not that you liked it, one might assume that you would claim "Penelope's exemption," whereby expat Penelopes may claim they work and enjoy the rewards, but actually do nowt. Mme Fillon being the current example.