It had bothered me. I’ve spent my time today writing a longish piece (you can now read it over yonder) or putting together a short animation (purely as a bit of relief) and all the time I’ve been wondering why Warrington Specsavers no longer do home visits around here. I mean, this really bothered me. Something didn’t add up. It was rattling around my brain for ages until about four o’clock when I suddenly wondered if there was a closer store.
On my Google Map, Leigh stood out. It has a hearing department, so I thought I’d ring them. I was in the process of typing in their number, wondering what county the prefix represented when my brain leapt to the question: what county would we be in?
We have a Warrington phone number, a Warrington postcode, yet we’re actually in…
Flash of light. Clash of cymbals. Me feeling an utter chump for not realising it earlier.
We’re in St Helens and there’s a St Helens Specsavers. What’s more, they have a hearing department!
So, I rang them, checked if they do home visits (yes) and if they’d visit Newton-le-Willows, which they do. Five minutes later I’d had the appointment switched from Warrington to St Helens. About ten minutes later, I got a call from a really helpful audiologist at St Helens Specsavers arranging a home visit in a couple of weeks.
Cue me grinning like an idiot for solving this little mystery.
Of course, there are lots of questions I might have if I put my mind to it, the chief one being: why the hell didn’t Warrington mention St Helens? I guess it’s easily answered. They couldn’t be bothered or they didn’t think. All I can say is that writing about politics is so much easier than dealing with real life…
