When I went to see the optician last September (see Windows of the Soul) I knew my eyesight wasn’t quite as good as it used to be.
Although I was told I still had 20/20 vision, the natural weakening of the eye muscles that comes with age had been offset somewhat by my abnormally small pupils.
However, even this quirk of nature hasn’t been able to hold back the tide of deterioration, and ever since that visit I’ve been struggling ever harder to read the small print on tins and packets of food. And when I’m that extra bit tired even the TV guide is starting to be held at arms length.
So I’ve finally decided to stop living in denial and have acquired some glasses. As they are only for occasional use I figured there was no need to splash out any more than £1.99 for a pair of the weakest strength ones found in the cheap shops.
As and when they become a more regular feature of my interaction with the rest of the world, I’ll return to the optician and see about getting a proper pair.
Fashion statements have never been my thing, but I rather like the distortions you can create in photos