anyway, like i was saying about three weeks ago, i went for my eye examination at a big hospital on the isle of britain.
i spent at least an hour being pored over and tested ...

'can you read this?'
'no'
'can you read this?'
'no'
'what do you see now?'
'er ... two of whatever it is you are holding up'

... and so on. 
(basic problem is i have one eye which is out of alignment, probably because i ran my bike into a parked car when i was a nipper, rolled over the top and knocked meself out).

then, after much conferring with superiors and consultants, i was summoned to the boss's office to be told they didn't think it would be a good idea to operate. 

WAAAAAH!!
tantrums and sulks on the way home, but philosophical by the time i got back.

so i kept my side of the bargain and zipped down to the specsavers sale, got fitted out for a new pair of spex which i pick up next week.  at least, i think it was specsavers ... could have been the butchers shop, come to think of it - should have worn me glasses.

end of eye story.