I haven't been to an optician for about eight years. (my bad).
My glasses are almost falling to pieces and it's very obvious to me that I also need a new script as I can't see a bleedin' thing these days.
So, I booked an appointment, booked some flexi time off this afternoon and went for it.
Having a severe nickel allergy, I have to go for titanium frames.
Yup. New script definitely needed.
The grumble?
How fucking much? *puts debit card back in wallet - proffers credit card*
Other news.
As an official "Old Bastard", I also get free hearing tests, so I organised that as well.
Hmm. I knew that I wasn't hearing too well these days but I hadn't realised how bad it was on one side.
If you're sitting to my left - I'll almost be able to hold a conversation in a crowded pub. If you're sitting on my right, the best you can hope for is "heh, heh, heh" <grin> as I pretend I've got any idea of what you're saying.
WHAT?