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An ageing population

rARsh Manor has an ageing population and this was brought home to me especially on Wednesday.

A few months ago I realised that while I could see perfectly well at a reasonable distance, up close everything was a blur - unless I took my glasses off. The perceived suddenness of this change was a little disconcerting so (after three months or so) I booked an eye test for myself, just in case there was an underlying problem.

It seems that there isn’t, it’s just a normal result of ageing. What happened three months ago was that my sight crossed a threshold and became obvious to me - at about the same time as my starting to paint miniatures for the wargames.

It’s easily resolved, at least. I just need *gulp* separate reading glasses. This makes me feel very old for some reason.

We (namely the child worker masquerading as an adult and myself) were looking at the cheapest range of frames - after all, it’s not as if I’ll be wearing them out and about.

“Do you have anything in mind?”, asked child labourer.

“Nah. As long I don’t look too Two Ronnies.”

She looked blankly at me. I found a pair that seemed ok, very similar to my existing frames. I felt this might be a problem as I might pick up the wrong pair by mistake.

“Do you have these in another colour to avoid my getting confused?”

She looked and handed me a different pair, “We have these in red.”

“Red?” I wasn’t sure about this. “Isn’t that a bit, well, Christopher Biggins?”

Again with the blank look. Now I felt really old.

Later there was a potentially awkward moment with Kirsti the chiropractor.

“I have a confession.” I started and explained how I had a new cat, didn’t like the “KitKat” name so wanted to change this to another name starting with “K” and how she pushes and prods me around when I’m lying down in bed.

“Go on.”, she said, suspiciously.

“So I’ve called her Kirsti. After you.”

There was a pause while she considered the implications.

“I’ve never had a cat named after me. I’m honoured.”

Phew. If she’d not been happy then the following adjustments could have been rather painful.

Better yet, I left the pix-a-blog URL with them to look at potential replacements for a photo that’s been in the reception area for a while - a pleasant enough image but not particularly local. Apparently Kirsti’d been suggesting getting local artists’ work in on display and I may just have been fortunate to be in the right place at the right time. Fingers crossed, then.