It’s never a good sign when anyone says “Oops”, but when it’s your optician and he’s holding a magnifying lens up to your eye and shining a searchlight bright enough to pierce the back of your skull and end up somewhere near Denmark, it’s especially disconcerting.
I don’t know if you’ve ever had an image taken of your eye? The picture is really weird, like something from the Hubble space telescope, as if say Andromeda was being attacked by a giant space squid with long veinous tentacles. Anyway, in my case, once you get past Squishy Sidney the Space Squid, there’s a patch at the back of right eye (the troublesome one) which is pigmented strangely, looking exactly as though the entire population of China had been dressed in black and deposited on Mars, and were now huddling together for warmth. So it’s back to the hospital for me (hurrah! My favourite).
Just a short blog this week—a blogette, really—which sounds like it should have a crisp, crunchy crust and go great with onion soup—to wish everyone a happy Easter. By the time you read this Margaret and I will hopefully be visiting my parents in their lovely old canalside house in Northamptonshire; they don’t have an internet connection, so we’ll be out of touch till later next week, making Northants seem curiously like travelling up the Congo, or something. It may even be colder down south than in Caithness.
The cardigan has been washed and is being blocked even as I type, pinned out like a torture victim on the rack, ready for the blade.
Finally, just a reminder that all my books are currently being offered free on Amazon till close of play Tuesday, including my latest, The World’s Midnight, part 2 of my Elfael trilogy. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
So all that remains is to say, Happy Easter everyone, and go easy on those Easter eggs.