I’ve realised what caused the slight eye problem. The other day, I put in my contact lens and it was uncomfortable, so I blinked a few times and forgot about it, until I realised that I couldn’t see any better with than without it. I poked around for a minute, but it was no good, it had disappeared to the back of my eye.
It stayed there all day, until after 10pm. It wasn’t at all comfortable. Fortunately, I didn’t need to do anything in particular that needed sharp sight – I could have put in another lens at the front in an emergency, but I imagine it’s not recommended. Anyway, I eventually felt it move around and took it out and thought no more about it. But it’s very likely that it set up some irritation and bits and pieces moved around a bit, to be seen by me a few days later. It’s lots better now – and thanks, Dave, for your warning. The possibility of a detached retina did occur to me and I was prepared to go to the doctor at once if it continued.
I didn’t have a particularly comfortable night, so have decided, if that’s what driving does to me, that I won’t start cycling much for a few days yet. Maybe down to the church tomorrow. I’m due to play the organ, which is something I haven’t done since December. Not touched the keys. I haven’t received hymns yet, so I suppose I’ll have to choose them. The other organist is down as sidesman tomorrow – I’m awfully tempted to get him to play instead, but I suppose I should get back in harness. As it were.
Anyway, today is Squiffany’s birthday, and she is five. I talked to Dilly about a present and she reminded me that I’d already got one, that I had meant to give her for Christmas and forgot. Yes, I know – thing is, she bought it and Ro brought it in and squirrelled it away to his old room, where I rarely go, and I’d hardly seen it. Anyway, it’s a doll’s cot – the bedding is pale blue and yellow so it’s not irredeemably girly and it’s nice enough, being wooden and well made, for me to quite approve of* – so that’s all right. It’s quite large and, as it swings, is in two pieces, so it was impossible to wrap and I went and bought ribbons and have put it in a duvet cover and have tied the ribbons on decoratively. She can use them in her hair. Or her dolls’ hair.
*Good job Dave doesn’t mind bad grammar, isn’t it?