I have been trying to ignore it for some time now, but even DH has remarked on how far away I have to hold things in order to be able to read them sometimes. So, I am forced to come to the conclusion that I probably ought to go and get my eyes tested and they will almost certainly recommend that I get some reading glasses.
I must admit that I am not at all keen on this. It is like an admission of being over the hill, that bits of me are no longer working as they should, that I am getting….well, not to put too fine a point on it, erm…old. I mean, I’ve never needed glasses before, why should I start now?
Oh, I know it’s not the end of the world. I know lots of people wear glasses and some even look good in them. I mean, look at Johnny Depp, I tell myself, but then, he even looks good with a syphilitic canker and covered in grime.
It’ isn’t simply vanity. No, really. I’m not that shallow – I don’t even wear make-up most of the time. Rather that I have the sneaking suspicion that once I start using glasses, it will be a slippery slope of dependence. That once my eyes become accustomed to not making the effort, they can only get worse. Sort of like using fat pants instead of doing sit-ups, but for the eyes.
I’m not a huge fan of doing sit-ups, it must be said, but I do try to exercise my eyes and it does seem to help. So if you see me crossing and un-crossing my eyes, rolling them around and looking like Marty Feldman on a really bad day, I haven’t gone bonkers, I’m just working out.