A black spider wandering round in my left eye last night with the odd CGI lightning strike for atmosphere, so that's me crying off today's ride and in to see the ophthalmologist this morning. Examination was a bit ouch but nothing to do with diabetes, says he, but shrinking vitreous humour pulling a bit on the retina. Can I ride my bike? Won't make any difference. On our lousy roads, bouncing downhill at 60 and grinding uphill at 240/70? Won't make any difference. But if the fireworks get any more emphatic or gert black blobs plop into view, hasten himwards soonest else disaster.
So now I'm sitting here with a vastly dilated left eye and swearing into my cuppa 'cos I was looking forward to this particular ride and well, fuckit. All the same I'm relieved, and glad I could get in to see him so swiftly. Good bloke.