Look into my eyes
When things get up close and personal with the optician. Dear Diary, I had to write this down to make it real in my mind. I never want to forget what happened today. I had an appointment for an eye examination at 10 am. Making my way there in the baking sun had left me hot, my flimsy short strapless sun dress stuck to my body in several places. I had been hanging around in the waiting room, uncomfortable in the sticky leather chair, for half an hour before the optician walked i...