I would have been thrown out of English Language class for this one, but, as I often was, I stand strong on this one. Back then, in the days of switch ruling and rigid definitions and absolutely no questions ever asked when a bright and (obviously) challenging student rose like fire in an actively cool environment, words were only acceptable if there was proof of their existence in the old dictionary. It was, I’m sure, born from the fear of the fire. Moving on…….

I’m just back from a trip to Specsavers on the mainland, meaning the rest of the world, btw. You are welcome to it, all of you who enjoy filling pavements and streets with a bosom and butt closeness which (never ‘that’, thanks Dad) ever has appealed to me. I need acres spare around me, an ocean preferably. I went for an annual checkup and I was, I confess, a bit anxious. Last year sent me to Glasgow for checks. I would say I am not a ‘fearty’ but I was, a bit. Degeneration is not a fun thought, and nor are the possibilities of ageing and the maybe loss of independence. Eyes are pivotal, important, essential, all of those and more. However, I have a son and his warm family to warm me in, over that sluice of water, that stretch we have taken for granted as almost an easy ride for many years, and one which is now a right pain in the arse. Mostly, it is true, because of an Incomplete of adequate ferries. I refuse to join the bang-on about that.

I join my grown-up grandlings on the journey over and am collected by their dad and delivered. The appointment is welcoming, efficient, fun. I’m still sort of waiting for the demise chat, the ‘I’m sorry to say that…’ thing. It never came. My eyes are, she said, very healthy for my age. No, she didn’t say that, she just said the healthy word. She showed my my twin planets, red moons, a few striations in gold. I was impressed. They’re mine? She nodded. yep. So, downstairs I go to sort new specs, and frames. Two for reading, two for better clarity driving, one pair tinted grey. So exciting, and we had loads of laughs about ridonculous frames and how I looked and so on. I think I held my son up with all this hilarity. Result, no further nothings until next year. Oops, double negative……

Off we walked in the rain for toasties and soup passing dogs and cyclists and kids and puddles. The chats altered as we moved up or back in the skinny group and I learned much about more, here and there. Snatchtalk. Home now and so thankful for my eyesotropic balls.

Just saying.