Menopause and Eyesight

I mentioned my rose-tinted menopause wellies on twitter recently and was amused when someone asked if 'wellies' meant 'glasses' in Ireland. Sadly no. Wellies, for those who don't know it, mean rubber boots of the gardening variety.

The question got me thinking about eyesight though. It is past time for my two-year check up and time to make an appointment.

Opticians don't like to be ageist but once you've hit 40 there is no hiding the fact that they're just waiting for you to enter bifocal territory. I've avoided the indignity for the last 10 years but now I have the merest hint of a suspicion that change is afoot.

Find your lost asses!

It began slowly but more and more I find myself startled by what at first sight appear to be truly astonishing news headlines. "Find your lost asses" turned out on closer inspection to read "Find your lost assets" while Dragons of HRT, rather disappointingly was 'Dangers of HRT'.  I would so love to be a Dragon of HRT! "Banker furry over witch-hunt" disappointingly had nothing to do with hirsute bankers or crone like witches but was instead a story about banker fury and tax.

How much more exciting the morning papers would be if these fantastical stories were making the news. Sadly, I must enjoy it while I can. I suspect it won't be long before I'll be all decked out in new rose-tinted specs - very possibly of the varifocal variety ...