Choosing New Bins…

… So much my least favourite job that I haven’t done it for the best part of ten years.

I’ve spent this week having the full MOT, one way and another.

I wish I could say I have chosen new glasses and am really excited now about the change of frame (and about dragging myself into a new, modern and fashionable appearance).
What’s wrong with me??
I have chosen the nearest match to my old pair that was physically possible. (Would even have kept the old pair if it had been doable). Choices eh? It’s stressful.

It took the edge right off chip night to be quite honest.

I suppose…
… I might be looking forward to seeing properly again.
Every cloud :-)

Happy Friday one and all.