The Opticians

Went to the opticians last week. Yes, I hear you cry, "why not tell us sooner then Tom?". Well my reply to you is that "It's OK readers, you don't have to pretend to be interested in what I have to say / see".

So anyway, off I toodle to the opticians for a regular eye checkup. Before I know it I'm carted off to a dark room, sat into a contraption that looks like a trap from the SAW films, and told to look at the wall in front of me and answer some questions and read things out. It's quite an odd place, the opticians, because the people doing the eye tests have to look at your eye with a special scope, and this usually ends with them being less than an inch away from your face, making the whole process particularly awkward.

After the 1-inch-away-from-face test there was one final test I had to do, which involved what I can only describe as having to equip the worlds biggest pair of binoculars and then being told to 'count the white circles'. After that was sorted, I was free to go. My next checkup is in 3 months. Should be fun. Hopefully my optician then won't have had garlic bread for lunch. I can't imagine the 1-inch-away-from-face test being fun under those circumstances.