Ventures afar

I have a sore eye - yesterday I had a run in with a contact lens, and I'm still not quite sure who won. The lens came off quite badly, in more than two pieces, but then 36 hours later, my eye is still sore. The lens only ever had a shelf life of a day. A kindly optician took me in this morning, inspected me, and provided me with some drops. But he found not a trace of lens.
And here I am in Cambridge. The train journeys were less traumatic than the initial car journey to the station, which (overall) I'm pleased about, but I did turn up at the house de mon oncle a bit of a wreck. Some tea, a nap and a bowlful of cauliflower cheese has certainly calmed the soul. Bridges do much the same, I find.