I feel so much brighter of eye, though. It's made me realise that my brain must have been disregarding the obstruction to my vision - that is, I didn't consciously see the mole but it must have been blocking the corner from my sight because there's a difference now, even without glasses on. I keep putting the damn things down and losing them, though. I can't read with them on or prepare food, nothing close to.
So, enough about that, end of story. From tomorrow, I'll tell you a bit about my mother. I'm afraid there are no early photos of her though. Hardly anything from her childhood was kept - her grandmother's glove box and portrait (which I don't really know what to do with) and that's it. Her father, when he was losing his sight, decided to burn all photos and memorabilia, which was a great pity. So the portrait will be painted in words. As I said the other day, I have written about her before so it'll be based on posts from six years ago. Only a few of you will have read them and fewer remember them, so I hope that you will excuse me as Blue Witch has kindly done.