Tragedy struck today.

My reserve farm glasses emerged from my pocket minus an arm. This follows a similar incident about a month ago where my farm glasses suffered a crack to their frame. I felt it snap as I wrestled the hay feeder into submission.

I’m not brave enough to use my good glasses on the farm. I probably don’t need to point out that, when it comes to reading specs, I’m a tad clumsy.

Anyway, The Engineer saved the day. Armed with a tube of superglue, shes unstoppable.

Theres a good few miles left in them yet.