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.
Ds was supportive in his own way. He nearly fell on the floor laughing when he saw me in my glasses.
finally broke out the glasses last night. dh, dad 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.
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.