One Life...

Live it, according to this man at the traffic lights. George Michael should take heed, shouldn't he? I lived only a short time on the tennis court this evening as the cold seeped through my layers and the wind played havoc with any form of serving, leading to a different kind of serving at the bar after instead.

I see, with the help of thick lenses, that short-sightedness may be a thing of the past soon. Good. Having been forced into pink NHS glasses at the age of seven I was delighted when I finally got contact lenses, but know that as an old lady I'd be struggling to pop in my contacts with arthritic, gnarled and quivery fingers. A couple of squirts with the eye-drops and all will be fine.