And its getting worse

Whilst Diva made the chicken liver pate and chocolate brownies for the drinks party tonight, TSH went out to prune the fatsia japonica. Which hit him in the eye, hurling a contact lens into the middle distance. Not a disposable one. Not a standard one. He has an unusually shaped eye and they are made to measure. And the shape changes, so the old ones he is coping with are not quite right. This lens is not going to be found. Until the winter, when all the vegetation has died down.