I should wear my glasses regularly, but I rarely do. ‘Why?’, you may ask. I am living in denial. I really don’t want to accept that I need them, so I end up squinting around sometimes. I don’t think I’ll be getting away with this act of self-denial for much longer anyway, as the reality of my need is oh so undeniable, and I also recently received a reminder that I am due for an eye test. Continue reading “Helped to see”