It’s early morning on a weekend. As you’re in the kitchen making yourself some breakfast, you hear a rummaging sound coming from your bedroom. “Harvey? Are you alright in there?” you call. “Erm.. Have you seen my glasses, honey? I.. can’t seem to find them anywhere.” he asks confused. Due to his already poor eyesight, finding his glasses was proving to be a problem. “They’re on the coffee table!” I call, chuckling Harvey walks in, rather sheepishly and grabs them, before chuckling.