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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

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