Post No. 8a - I'm a contact lens failure

..so I figure, what with this exciting and adventurous life I will be leading in NZ complete with canoeing, kayaking, white water rafting, bungee jumping and sky diving (ok, maybe not the bungee or sky diving but I definetly want to try the others!) that I'm not gonna be able to see v.much if I lose my glasses in pursuit of an adrenaline filled experience (although considering I spend about 90% of my time at Alton Towers with my eyes shut maybe this isn't such a bad thing!)

Graeme wears contact lenses, Mum wears contact lenses, various other people I know/have known throughout my life have worn contact lenses - it can't be that much of a bother I tell myself. If all these people are still wearing them then there must be something going for them!

So I made myself an appointment for a Contact Lens Consultation. And it was this morning. But as I type this message I am not wearing contact lenses, no siree - I am still very much bespectacled.

Let me tell you what happened (as I am sure you are all riveted to your seats in anticipation of this sorry tale!)....appointment was for 11, and as we are now sans car we took the bus (what a novel experience that was - Glasgow buses really scare me - they stick 2 of them together with a big concentina thing in the middle. Half of the bus is down one street while the back of the bus is still like 3 miles away facing a completely different direction!)

Arrived at the Opticians surprisingly enough in one piece and on time and they took some details before I saw the optician herself. They decided to do an eye test and then she did that weird thing where they make you look straight ahead and they flash a light all over your eyes.

.......post continues at post no. 9b......