I’ve had my hair cut.
I’m losing weight.
My ‘to do’ list is getting done eventually.
I’m feeling positive and up for change.
So I ordered new glasses.
I may have got carried away.
I may return to wearing my contact lenses every day.
They’re not a bit like anything I’ve ever worn. I tried on glasses that reminded me of my 1976 originals, or the 80s hugeness. There were pairs, sensible, practical pairs, a bit like the ones I already have.
I didn’t go for anything obvious or predictable. I probably bought the most expensive pair in the shop. (I like to think that I’m blessed with good taste and so will never be rich. The reality is that I’m just daft, and bad at shopping.)
I’m really not so sure, in the cold light of the morning.
When I told the girls I’d bought multicoloured specs with sparkles, they nodded “Yeah, right.” They think I’m teasing them. We’re all going to be shocked when I turn up wearing something very, very, like these…