My parents wanted to know if there was anything I needed from home. Damjan is visiting Australia and he can bring to the UK whatever I needed. I couldn’t think of anything when they asked me.

On Friday, my glasses fell apart. I caught the tiny screw in time and managed to put my glasses back together. It made me realise how vulnerable I was to glasses disasters. I had only one pair in this country.

So on the weekend, I called mum and dad.

‘Dad, can you give Damjan my old glasses? I think they’re in a black case in a green tub under my desk.’

Dad said, ‘I’ll go and look for them now…(short pause)… I think I’ve found them.’

‘Are they black? And squarish?’

‘No, not really,’ Dad said. ‘They’re more yellowish.’

‘Oh! Are they big? Or squarish? I have a really old pair, which are gold and round and really big. I don’t want those ones. I want the black ones.’

‘Hmm, I don’t think these are black…’

‘Can you send me a photo, dad? Then I can tell you if they’re the right ones.’

This morning, I was able to confirm they were the right glasses because this photo was in my inbox.

According to mum, the glasses weren’t showing up in the photo very well because the frame were too dark — which is why they had to find a model.