|Not the best for ailing eyes......|
I remember the first time I realised I had failing eyesight . . . .
I was 17 and in preparation for my impending driving test, my instructor asked me to read the number plate of a car parked a short distance up the road.
"Read the number plate?" I replied. "I can't even see the car."
Given that I'd been driving him around, half blind, for the previous six months, the instructor in question was far from impressed.
Indeed, he dropped me at the nearest Specsavers.
The subsequent decade that I spent employed as a newspaper journalist - much of that time passed sitting too close to a computer screen - did nothing to aid my vision and the gradual deterioration continued . . . .
Indeed, not until 2008, when I took a career break in order to become a full-time stay-at-home dad, did it stop.
Since then, things have been better.
In recent times, though, it has begun to feel as though my eyesight is again starting to worsen. For this, I blame The B.
You see, he has discovered the Where's Wally? books and, when it's too wet to go out, as it has been too often of late, there is little he likes to do more than sit down together to search for the elusive explorer. They're not the easiest on the eyes, these, so much so that I think a case could be made for including a health warning on their respective covers.
For boys bored on rainy days, these books present the perfect pastime. For those keen to preserve their depreciating vision for as long as possible, they're not quite so great . . . .