Lost

Gloves, hats, scarves, the odd sock or shoe even - but don't think I've come across lost specs in the street before.
Taken on our way to the Tiq for dinner, drinks and a blether with the Friday night gang (or 'the IPA guy' as the bar staff call us) before S heads off for a month. It was fish and chips for us both, can't really go wrong with that.