Last minute things

Last night we came to stay at our daughter's house, with her man and her three children. We exhausted ourselves doing the final clean-up of our own place, spending most of the day at it, with occasional interruptions, and pushed the last bag of stuff into the store room about six o'clock.
Just before we went to bed, Celia realised she didn't know where her glasses were. We looked through all sorts of things, and no sign. Of course, neither of us slept well - one, because we were in strange beds, and two, because of the concern that the glasses might be in the house still.
This morning we got up even earlier than usual and went back to the house. It didn't seem like ours anymore: so tidy and so uncluttered! Not a sign of the glasses anywhere, and to make matters worse, Celia couldn't remember when she might last have had them. We even opened up the store room and searched through the last bag of clothes that had been put in there, as well as amongst the bits and pieces. Hopeless.
She thinks she had them on at church on Sunday morning, but she wears them spasmodically, and it's not easy to remember - for either of us - when she last had them on. I wear mine all the time, so it's no problem! In the end, she decided to go to our eye guy, and see if she could order another pair, if hers didn't turn up. She could, but she'd need to definitely order them, not order on the possibility. So she did. And then she rang the insurance company to see what they'd do if they couldn't be found at all (which they still haven't been). They'd pay 75% of the cost of the new ones. That relieves the burden a bit!