“That’s an ‘N’.”

“Is it really?”

Squinting at the fuzzy blob, I’m forced to face facts. I can't see.

“Most people need reading glasses, eventually,” the optician smiles.

I’m sure they do, but not me. My vision’s always been perfect.

It’s age, isn’t it? I’m getting older.

“Try these. Oh yes, they suit you.”

Actually, they do. The glasses don’t look bad at all, they make me look intelligent.

Wait a minute...

I peer at the mirror, horrified by what I see. Are those grey hairs?

Swiftly removing my glasses, I take another look.

Ah... that’s better.