I was hurrying to pick up my prescription specs from the  opticians. It was early. I was a bit late. Some scaffolders were chucking poles about, aiming at a flatbed truck from three floors up.

One of them whistled, the other yelled ‘Hello blondie!’ 

Feminist be damned. I SKIPPED the rest of the way thinking too late that what I ought to have shouted back was 

          ‘You should come to spec savers’

Now that I’m cataract free, at least in one eye, [and truly it’s easier than going to the dentist once you’ve got to the front of the NHS queue that stretches around the globe] I’m excited about more writing.