Seeing things

'I can't find my brown glasses,' said Johnny, 'and I need them.  I've looked all over for them.'
'Well, let me have a look - sometimes a pair of fresh eyes will do the trick,' said I, supremely confident in my ability to find them.


I began in the Studio - Johnny was in the process of tidying.  'The problem is,' said Johnny, 'I've some big paintings on the go - they take up space and I can't do figurative work when it's in such a tip.'

They're bound to be here, I thought...

 Or here ...

One of these, surely?

 Or these?

Or these?

Yes?

Mission failed.

'Did you find them?' I asked days later.

'Yes.'

'Where were they?'

'I can't remember - then I lost them again - but I found them under the bed.'

I must count the pairs of spectacles - just for interest.