Had an eyesight test today, first one in 7 years. Thought I only used them for VDU use and work kindly gave me a voucher to get checked out for free at spec savers. It also gave me money off new specs provided they were for VDU use only but turns out I am long-sighted. I found it very frustrating not to be able to see letters I used to be able to decipher – another sign of getting old.
When it came to choosing the specs I started off at the budget end and within 2 minutes was up in the designer end costing ££££. But they were so much more comfortable and made me look more of a Mad Men style secretary than an old school clerk with heaving bosoms and a chain attached. I must admit there is something satisfying about having a designer name written down the arms – why I don’t know but it makes a difference – pathetic isn’t it. They should do Similar mock designer writing on the budget ones and see if that makes more sales. I found myself wanting to investigate the box they come in too – I am the sort of person that is as much into the packaging and wrapping as I am in the product (a marketeers dream – they saw me coming).
These new specs will have to be worn when I read and drive as well as look at a computer screen so I have to feel comfortable in them as I will be wearing them most of the time.
I wonder if they will make me look more intelligent too……it all helps.
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Yesterday I was out til late with my Dad and StepMum for a Saturday night dinner and drinks eve for my Hubby’s birthday. We first went to view our new boat from the harbour (my Dad needed binoculars). If ever an optometrist needs a new format for eye-tests I have discovered one called ‘spot the boat’. This involves standing at a jetty in front of an estuary full of 50 plus sailing boats of various different shapes sizes and colours. You then try to identify a specific boat by describing features nearby. Such as “to the left of the boat with the blue hull”, to which my dad replies, “Oh I see it the one with the blue hull and the yellow buoyancy aid on the back”, to which I reply “no not that boat with the blue hull, the other one…..OK lets try something else….see the large catamaran?”. It took about 10 minutes before (I think) my Dad finally located the boat. I think he was expecting something bigger, I suppose we all have our own ideas of what 18 foot of boat looks like.
My Dad’s eyesight is not great, the result of several car accidents when he was younger. The most memorable one I remember my Mum describing to me, was when he flew over the top of the steering wheel and the windscreen just popped out because the seal was so rotten (they didn’t wear seatbelts in the 70s…or at least my Dad and his friends didn’t). Apparently my Dad was sat with his friend at the bottom of a deep ditch staring up at the car with its engine still running and lights on full beam. It happened so quick that one minute they were in the car and the next they were underneath it. I’m not sure about whether to believe this next bit, but my Mum was at home in bed when the accident happened and she said she woke up when she felt a sharp bang to the back of her head and neck. She thinks this happened around about the same time that Dad flew out of the car…kind of like a sixth sense? Well you believe what you want to believe don’t you?
That certainly wasn’t the last accident my Dad had, neither was it the worst. He flew through the windscreen with far graver consequences in a separate incident and has little red lines in his eyes where the glass from the windscreen was extracted.
Thankfully this all happened while I was either a glint in Dad’s eye (inappropriate use of language in this context) or when I was still in nappies. In the village where we lived at the time, Dad was known as ‘rent a ditch’. I can’t think why….
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