Valentine’s Day- capitalism gone awry. Again. Trish got a package from her mum (at least that’s what she told me) that contained a small packet of Cupid Corn. I don’t know what’s supposed to be romantic or sexy about corn but it sure does taste good.
I got a pair of glasses today. I’ve been in denial about slight shortsightedness for oh eight years now. And it’s a pretty difficult form of denial to maintain. Constantly having to remind yourself that your eyesight is perfect, it’s just that all distant text is printed pretty shoddily these days, is tiring after a while. As is the slight delay in recognising words/people/things. Anyway, my eyesight isn’t that bad which is why I was able to sort of kid myself on for a while but it finally came time to bite the bullet.
I wasn’t really looking forward to getting specs to be honest. The obvious worry is that they make you look like an idiot. And my nose is pretty flat and squint. So I was also worried about the whole logistics of it all. My biggest fear was that the optician would say, ‘Sorry Mr Wright your face is a funny shape- you’re going to have to wear a couple of monocles’.
But in the end it worked out okay. I got a pair of specs that look okay, stay on and get the job done. Everything is high resolution again… it’s like I just traded in my slightly wonky telly for an HDTV plasma screen.
I’m no expert on bikes. The only thing I know about bikes is that once you’ve learned to ride one, you don’t need to bother anymore because it’s impossible to forget how. My pal Neil doesn’t agree. He really likes his cycling and is always zooming around on his bicycle. Recently during his zooming around he skidded and fell off and zoomed along on the side of his head instead.
By a crazy stroke of luck, a neurologist and a nurse were in one of the cars behind him and they stopped and tended to the dazed Neil who went to hospital and had his smashed head patched up. The only sign of permanent damage is that he still wants to zoom around on his bike. He’s got balls. And a scar.
Ouch!
