I finally cracked and got glasses. I was getting handed all these serious medicines and I couldn't read the instructions, it's my age. So I trotted along to Specsavers, got a nice basic pair that the Hospital Fund will cover and came home.
Little bear was supportive in his own way. He nearly fell on the floor laughing when he saw me in my glasses.
I finally break out the glasses last night. OH, darling father and myself were all planning on sitting and watching something that had been recorded for about a year, which we had been promising ourselves we would watch and last night we actually did. So I settled down with my knitting and put on the glasses.
I don't know exactly what I expected, but it was really odd. I could see my knitting perfectly. I could see all the tiny details on the tube of hand cream next to me. I couldn't, however, see the tv. Anything more than three feet away was a sort of fuzzy blur. As evil cat was sitting some way away she looked like a sort of tabby cushion, which was a huge improvement. It was not such an improvement not being able to see the tv. Apparently I have excellent long distance vision for my age. Last night it was less of a comfort than it should have been.
I spent most of last night feeling like an elderly and stern spinster, with my glasses perched on the end of my nose. I looked down to see through them and get the detail of the knitting and over them to see the tv and the really wonderful show. And got something of a headache. Never mind, at least I can read the small print.
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