Battish

From the moment you’re born you change… sometimes it seems to be a change in a good way, sometimes it isn’t so helpful. I am obviously  a very different person from the person I was in my teens, my twenties, my forties… and not just in how I look. I am a different person in other ways, things I have learned, good experiences, sad times, hilarious and happy situations I have found myself in, chance… good fortune, bad luck… But certain things change as any of us age, and not just getting a few grey hairs or not being as speedy as we once were.

One of the things which I find most annoying,although I accept that it is just one of those things, is that I have to wear glasses. I am very fortunate, an I know I am, that for most of my life I did not need glasses at all. Then I had to have glasses for reading and using the computer – and at first it was just because I had tired eyes, not that things were getting fuzzy, but after a while things began to get very fuzzy… and things not just near to, but things in the distance. Grrr! I have glasses that I wear all the time now, but I am always conscious of them, I always feel there is something between me and the world, even though they are a perfect prescription and feel comfortable. I feel as if they make my eyes hot, and certainly in tis exceedingly warm weather they make my face very hot.

So…. So I confess I take them off, especially if i am doing something like washing up or working in the garden… but then, blow me, I can never find the wretched things! And worse still, I can’t remember where I put them… I feel like a bat, I feel like an old bat, in fact I am feeling distinctly battish as I have to ask my husband again to see if he can find my glasses… because he wears his all the time!