In the afternoon I had to go to the Eye Clinic at Addenbrookes Hospital, as the last time my optician looked deep into my eyes, he spotted a freckle on the retina of my left eye, so had to let my doctor know, who referred me. These things are almost always completely harmless, but very occasionally they can turn into something quite nasty, so taking my eye to the hospital was a sensible plan.
By the time I got to Addenbrookes I was starting to be aware of the damage I'd done to the skin of my arms and back, but there was nothing to be done about it at that stage.
At the clinic they put drops in my eyes, to dilate the pupils, so they could see in better. I knew they were going to do this and had gone in by train and guided bus, of which more later, so I didn't have to drive with dodgy eyes. The nice lady doctor reassured me that I'd probably had the freckles since I was born and I could ignore them, which is pretty much what I'd expected her to say.
As I made my way outside into brilliant sunshine, however, I realised I'd forgotten to bring any shades, and it was physically painful to even look vaguely in the direction of the sun. I cringed while sitting at the bus stop waiting for the guided bus, and had to ask the driver if he was going to the station, as I couldn't read the front of the bus.
So the much-derided guided bus is brilliant for getting from the train station to Addenbrookes, as it goes directly, almost completely on the special track, so has no delays due to other traffic. Station to hospital takes five minutes. We used to whinge that there was no halt on the railway at Addenbrookes, when it would make such sense, but with the bus, there's now no need. Tick, VG!
At the station, quite fortuitously, I met Jenny, and as we walked from the station home, we decided we couldn't be bothered to cook, so having picked up some shades from home, walked up into town. The nearest restaurant used to have tables out on the pavement where you could eat, but I think the weather has meant they no longer have them, so we were obliged to eat indoors. Not a big deal, but it would have been nicer to be outside, of course. By the end of the meal my pupils were back to normal size and I no longer looked as though I was deeply in love with everyone I looked at!
And this morning I've made the mistake of scratching those bright pink bits of me that I can reach, and each time I do so, I rediscover how much it hurts! What an idiot!