It’s been about 12 years since I last went to the optometrist. Twelve.


Because I need to renew my driver’s license later this year (and I only passed the eyesight test 4 years ago because I said I had the flu), I knew I had to go and get some decent glasses that didn’t get me through my HSC in 1996. So today I toddled off to my local optometrist for what I knew was going to be an expensive exercise.

$600 and an hour later, I have glasses that aren’t daggy, even have pink bits and have VERSACE plastered on the sides.

It’s official, I own a dinky pair of glasses.

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