This evening, truly. He is washing his hands in downstairs cloakroom, I am in kitchen dishing up. Him: "don't put me a lot out." Me: "I won't but it has to be a reasonable meal." Annoyed riposte "what do you mean I've drunk too much beer? I've only had a glass!" Are there two of them? Are there two of me? Are our parallel universes colliding ??
After Cataract op I understand I need sunglasses.




On the other hand it can be very convenient to let things go over my head.
