A Brighter Outlook on Life
That’s what I expect when I get my new glasses. Reading the newspaper in bed has recently become difficult, so I aimed to have my reading glasses strengthened, but my day ones need changing also. As I couldn’t be without glasses for fortnight I’m having a new pair. Always difficult to choose when one can’t really see the effect without one’s glasses but the nice new optician put me some lenses in to facilitate choosing.
The lightest lenses and the lightest frames and reactolight, varifocals and titanium all shoot the price up but when you consider how important they are to daily life and one’s comfort they are way more important to me than clothes, shoes and handbags.
The good news is the beginnings of a cataract that he noticed last year is dormant and he says my eyesight is better than average FOR MY AGE.
I asked the nice optician if people ever learned the lines of letters by heart but he says he now has a Zapper which changes the lines like changing a TV programme.
Yesterday we had an electrician for half a day to repair our ancient doorbell with connections in each room and a brand new one from Argos. Not surprisingly he failed with the old and pronounced – eventually – the new one to be faulty. He will come again on Monday. The nurses start appearing on Wednesday to take some blood. MTL must have had ‘armfuls’ taken just recently.
Minehead have the great good sense to have the Firework Display on the 4th of November instead of the 5th. Very appropriate because it is MTL’s birthday on the 4th and the eve of his first chemo so we shall try to do something nice and later enjoy the show from the balcony.
We had a moment’s schadenfreude the other day when MTL pointed out a photograph of Sir David Attenborough standing outside his rather nice house on a crazy paving like ours, but in a much worse condition. Quite brightened our day.
Spare a thought for Stephen Fry being attacked by the feminists for some idiotic remark he made about women not liking sex. Come on girls – he is a great wit and is allowed to talk rubbish occasionally. The trouble is he will probably take the diatribe to heart and get upset. But someone has to raise their head above the parapet.