Now - you may see a portly ageing rocket surgeon in a skirt - but in my mind's eye I am the lithe athlete, full of vim and vigour.
Of late - I have found myself squinting a little at my computer/ipad screen - and complaining that writing is getting smaller in the newspaper.
So - I booked an eye test.
Blimey - those things have come a long way! All sorts of funky things going on...(must blog about that) - but to cut a long story short - I need to wear glasses for reading or computer work (i.e. every waking minute!)
"Why?" I wailed
"Simply old age Sir" responded my kindly optician, a Sikh gentleman called Singh.
As he got up from the floor straightening out his turban, he suggested that I might want to ice my knuckles - oh and perhaps have a look at some of the spectacles out front.
I apologised - suggested that he might want to reset his nose and work on his diplomacy and tact.
43!!
Old Age? Honestly! Seems a little previous to me...
Still - I have decided to embrace the change.
Option 1: Round frameless. Harry Potter and Hagrids Love child.
Option 2: Stylish Italian Fashion Guru. Fat designer, with lecherous tendencies (needs to be teamed with hair gel and designer kilts)
Option 3: A monocle. Further develop my inner Colonel Blimp
Option 4: A vintage Pince Nez. Herr Sehrupmyownassenschnitzel
Option 5: Nip down to Walmart and pick up a pair for 50 cents
Decisions decisions.....