Thursday, May 21, 2009


To our unfeigned and unparalleled delight, Adrian reported back this afternoon from Basingstoke that he had finally passed his driving test. Within minutes I was outside with the white spirit tearing the L-plates off the Toyota.

In an unrelated development, I have to visit the optician in town tomorrow to handle a situation where I can only view TV at 45° from straight ahead through my varifocals, and have to hold books and newspapers at arm's length from my reading glasses.

My 2005-prescription glasses have provoked one eye-strain too many as I'm forced further down the endless staircase of ocular decline. Ageing? You can keep it.