27 March 2010 – biting the varifocal bullet


Yesterday I got all the supplies for Sunday’s trip to Wembley and Rachel came to cut my hair so that was that out of the way. Today was all about glasses. Since I was in my twenties I’ve had to wear the blasted things, without them I can’t see. A few years ago I tried contact lenses, wore them for about a year, but, with all the flying I was doing back then, they were too much trouble. From a vanity perspective I don’t mind the glasses, at least they hide the crows feet a bit but they’re a pain when it’s raining. Continue reading