Ground. Glass.

Oh dear. The part-remains of someone's glasses ground into the tarmac at Bluewater Retail Therapy Park. Looks like several dozen cars have driven over them. Hope they weren't needed for the drive home.

I lost a pair of glasses a couple of years ago while I was pruning trees. A branch thwacked me in the face and whisked my specs off my nose and into the undergrowth. I searched and I searched but never found them again. They'll probably start a fire on a hot sunny day. Hot sunny day. Hot sunny day...

(Falls into semi-vacant reverie, head slumps to chest and gentle snoring sounds are heard)