Moorfields Again

I'm having a check of my left eye every four months now, lucky that there is an outfit like Moorfields almost on my doorstep; lucky that there is an NHS, despite funding and staff snags.

I still have a small amount of fluid under my retina, very near the fovea, but it has improved vastly over the year.

I liked the juxtaposition of these signs, and I had to have a photo of the gizmo in the consultant's office – while he was out doing something.

And the charming staff seemed not to worry that I was playing with my new zoom . . .