A couple of years ago whilst in the UK on holiday OH decides to take the opportunity to have his eyes tested (in a language he actually understands!) DD1 phones Vision Express, makes appointment, DD2 takes us into town on the appropriate day. It's pouring with rain so we run (with small DGS in his buggy). I have never been in the shopping mall we are heading for, but DD1 says that's where VE is located. I see the opticians sign and belt in followed by OH,DD2 and DGS.
'We've an appointment for 11.30' I say.'
We take a seat as instructed, and presently the optician comes into reception, looks at OH and says, ' Mr X?' OH is deaf so nods and follows her into the examination room. DD2 and I look at each other...we are not the Xs... we are the Ys. A few minutes later the real Mr X turns up. We look at each other again.....and then the penny drops. 'You twit, Mum, we're in Specsavers' DD2 hisses. Embarrassment turns to hysteria, both of us are almost at the point of shoving handkerchiefs in our mouths. OH emerges, oblivious to the mistake, so I decide to bluff it out.
The optician addresses him as Mr X... the real Mr X looks suprised, so I have to chip in and say OH is Mr Y. The receptionist can't find him in the appointments book . The staff are puzzled, but I insist we rang and made an appointment. They conclude we were booked at their other shop, in the same town but another shopping mall. I agree this is what must have happened and blame DD1 for not checking. BY this time I am almost wetting myself, so leave OH choosing his glasses and head for the nearest 'ladies'. DD2 is not amused, she later said it was like taking 3 children to the opticians, the one who behaved the best was DGS. Grandma behaved very badly, and told fibs.
