Old blue eyes…

No, not Frank Sinatra, but moi- though I like to think of my eyes as green. Anything can change if we think long and hard enough about it- now you see why fantasy is my profession.
However, I digress. My optician informs me that blue eyes are delicate and require more care than darker eyes- my right eye, for example, is chronically dry, which is affecting my sight in that eye and now I need plugs in my tear ducts. Hmm. Sounds about right- though dh would probably like a larger one inserting in my mouth
Not that I nag, or anything
So forgive me, if at this time of maximum writing output I am a little lax with my blogging- Only I now have to stop every hour on the hour to insert drops and take a break from the screen- which will probably mean a fourteen hour day, rather than cutting down on work. Obsessive, moi? You betcha. Oh, boy, I love my latest idea, which is somewhat different to the rest…
Off to work and blink frequently- another piece of advice- imagine… I shall look more like dear Moley than ever
But he’s worth it-
And, ooh, so’s he!
Have a good one, ladies!
Sxx










