Today the optician hinted that if my eyes get any worse I may not qualify for contact lenses. I could be that I just misunderstood what he said. I mean, there was no certainty either way, but it worried me all the same. I don't like wearing my glasses. I know I should be grateful that my sight can be corrected. I work with people who are visually impaired - some of whom can't see at all - so I realise how lucky I am. But I loathe my glasses. And I dread the thought that I might be lumbered with them during all my waking hours, apart from a couple at either end of the day. Spud prefers me with my glasses than without. I hate it when people tell me they suit me. I don't want them to become a part of my identity again.