At the optician

I have criss-crossed the city quite a few times today. I walked to the gym and back this morning, the optician and back this afternoon (with diversions to Marks and Spencer and Uniqlo), and Yes Sushi on Hanover Street and back with Mr hazelh this evening (with diversions to the Christmas market and Pickles). Jackie kindly looked after Mummy hazelh when the pair of us braved the cold for our meal out together.

I suspected bad news at the optician. In fact it was (a) bad, (b) worse, and (c) even worse. 

(a) As I feared, I have a cataract in my left eye. 
(b) I didn't expect to hear that I also have one in my right eye . 
(c) There is a long NHS waiting list for cataract surgery. 

It looks like I will be arranging to have the operation(s) done privately soon (eek!)

I blipped the lens tray in the optician's surgery this afternoon.

Exercise today: 1 hour on the exercise bike; aquafit class; swim (20 lengths); strength training class; walking (22,593 steps).