Despite attending the hospital every month for eye scans and related injections, I've never had an eye test at an optician's. I just use 'off the shelf' reading glasses which, though strong, require me to also use a magnifying glass in tandem with them.
At my last eye clinic session at the hospital, the doctor thought it might be worth trying some prescription glasses, mainly to see if it would improve my distance vision, so I made an appointment with a company called 'Vision Express' and, a couple of days ago, had an eye test. The result showed that any improvement will be minimal but may help a little. So I've ordered spectacles, a pair for distance vision and one for reading. They'll be ready to collect on the 19th of this month. A fair amount of money for what will be only a very slight increase in clarity, but I need to give them a try.
This gradual deterioration of my eyesight does depress me, even though I try not to let it bring me down.
Elle and Elliot came over for dinner on Monday. Emi prepared a lavish Japanese feast but I could only eat a limited number of dishes due to my Diabetes. There's a lot of carbohydrates and sugar in Japanese food. Still, a good time was had by all and we amused ourselves taking the mick out of the two Tory Prime Ministerial candidates.
Today the British ambassador to the US has been forced to resign due to leaked emails that were highly critical of Trump and his administration. The emails were supposed to be secret, a communication between the ambassador and the British Government but someone, probably for political reasons, leaked them to the media.
None of this is the fault of the ambassador, of course, who was simply giving his honest assessment of Trump and his deeply flawed administration. The comments about Trump were extremely damning and, as was expected of such a thin skinned and insecure man, Trump reacted with venom and spite and has made the ambassador's position untenable, hence his resignation.
Trump would dearly like two things at the moment: Boris Johnson as PM and Nigel Farage as British ambassador. Unbelievable! Both would be an utter disaster and only bolster Trump's ego rather than achieve anything decent for the ordinary people of the UK. But in these insane and politically inane times, anything could happen and probably will.
Where will it all end?
On a more positive note, I've completed the recording of the 'Old Haunts' album. Now there are 16 tracks to try and squeeze on the CD. I've still to sort out the actual running order but will attempt to make a start on that later today. Here is a list of the track titles but it's not the running order:
'THE DARKNESS WILL REMAIN.'
'BELLS RING SWEET ACROSS THE MEADOW.'
'THERE ARE GHOSTS HERE.'
'ONCE UPON A RIVER.'
'HARD TO IMAGINE.'
'THE PHANTOM PALACE OF THE PRINCE OF DREAMS.'
'IN A HAUNTED ARCADE.'
'THIS GILDED AGE.'
'LOST IN THE COSMOS AGAIN.
'THE NEW EROTIC GUEST.'
'THE STARS BEGAN TO GLOW.'
'WHEN ART SCHOOLS SHAPED TOMORROW.'
My Mac Mini computer is now over at my friend Paul Gilby's house where he has been attempting to download the Cubase recording software into it for me. Paul's internet connection is more reliable and faster than mine and he suggested it might be safer to download the software at his place. However, it's proving problematic and it hasn't yet worked out as it should. Paul will be contacting the software's manufacturers to try and solve the problem which has arisen. Why is it that computer stuff is never straightforward?