It must be love - Part 4

There's actually a second make of daily disposable multifocal lenses that's just come out. I tried them for tennis this week and I found them to be much easier to handle, more comfortable, and gave better distance vision. Maybe the reading wasn't quite as good, but I still much preferred them to the other type. I partnered The Reverend Ian. TRE is not actually a vicar, any more than French Nigel is actually French. But French Nigel does at least have a French surname, The Reverend Ian has no ecclesiastical connections whatsoever as far as I'm aware. He does on occasion, however, lose his service action. And when this happens, one cannot help but be reminded of a vicar, walking home after a difficult meeting with a parishioner. He's caught out in a heavy storm and his umbrella, having been blown inside out, has now fallen to bits. A large 4x4 has driven past him and through a large puddle simultaneously, wit the result that he looks, and feels, as if he's taken a long swim with his clothes on. He knows that all this is yet another test of his faith, so he shouldn't and won't complain. But he has led a mostly blameless life, and often done his best to help others. So he can't begin to understand why the Almighty should choose to torment him in this fashion. We ended up on top, even though we were quite inconsistent. Something of a curate's egg, I suppose. David Donner