Harry potter eat your heart out

Just got back from a nice tea round my parents house to give my dad his birthday presents. While I was there I riffled though stuff in my old bedroom that still looks exactly how I left it three years on. Anyway I found these glasses, my first ever pair of glasses that I had when I was ten. So as the boy has been going on about how I need to get some new glasses I come home wearing them, saying I had spent all evening in vision express. He laughed at first and said I looked like Rosemary West. When I looked hurt and asked again if he liked them he said yes. I then asked if they are as nice as my last pair. He replied, yes although I do like your old ones too.

So, turns out the boy either has extremely bad taste or is happy to lie to keep the peace.

I still haven't let on, lets see how often he reads my blip!