A mess

My eye.
Yes the hair too, but it always looks a mess.

At today's eye 'out patient' appointment, I gave my name to the man behind the desk. He looked me up, and said "address... Flat 2 above The Walkabout Bar?"

I gave him a Paddington style stare with my good eye, meaning did I look like I had ever been anywhere near The Walkabout Bar.

He asked for my date of birth, and said 'ah well that is very deceptive, I didn't think you were that old. You look the age of the lady who lives in Flat 2.'

Which was nice.

If he had been fit it would have been even better.