I seemed to be in there a very long time, with new fangled machines doing all the work and none of that business where they used to hold a quizzing-stick in front of each eye and say 'Is it clearer with lens A or lens B?' in that sing-song voice they all adopt.
Of course, my eyes have deteriorated, and of course I've ordered new glasses. Of course they cost a packet... and of course I'm not sure they suit me at all. This happens every time. Or at least since I had any say in the matter and my Mother didn't just do the choosing for me. They are varifocals again and I've gone for an upgrade in the hope that I won't have to tilt my head to watch TV. There are four levels of varifocal, ranging from bog standard (had them last time) to tailor made. I've gone for Elite (third of the four) and been promised a better field of vision and less of the feeling of seasickness that much head manoeuvring brings. I shall report on my findings.
They won't be ready for a fortnight. Unbelievable, are they hand-blowing the lenses? I don't suppose a couple more weeks of squinting and staring will do any damage, but I had to pay up front which doesn't seem right. But I didn't say anything...
The muffins are apple and cinnamon from Muffin Magic, the recipes in this book are great and never fail. The end product always looks like the picture, which is reassuring.
I always wondered what made a muffin a muffin and not a fairy cake. It's because they are stirred and not beaten I believe, it gives that slightly denser texture which holds fruit and such in place very well.
Off to the hospital this afternoon for the appointment-that-should-have-been from a couple of weeks ago. Let's hope the doctor can manage to make it this time, otherwise I'm billing them. I mean it as well.