I have a stinking cold.

I mean, The irony of it all - the day before my 40th birthday. Actually,
if you ever wanted proof that the dumb hand of chance enjoys being as
ironic as possible, I think it's probably encapsulated in the fact that
I'm meant to be writing a letter on happiness for a performance next
month. I was going to wax philosophical about contentment and instead I
feel wretched.

And to add insult to injury, I managed to arrange my lunchbreak to
coincide with my opticians'. Clever.

Amazing stuff

Writing from work today: and I've just come back from a dental
appointment. I used to be really scared of the dentist. I mean, really
scared. Top 10% of the bell curve scared - no joke. Don't mind it as
much any more, to be honest, in fact in an odd "novelty" way, I quite
enjoy it. Well when I say "enjoy", I enjoy it as much as anyone could
enjoy the dentist.

It's my last day of being in my 30's today. Tomorrow, I'm officially
280 years old in dog years. So I suppose that if I was a labrador, I'd
have been destroyed humanely sometime in 1740. Nice thought. It's an odd
bloody place I work in. Can't say too much, but the atmosphere is
unusual. I likened the place to an oddly dysfunctional Comprehensive
school, and it immediately got christened "Strange Hill".

More contacts to collect today. The final tweak in the prescription
before I fly solo. I report back tomorrow on that.

Well, the contact lens business gets more and more convoluted. I am in the process of trying out what will probably be my penultimate pair, which is a pair of Hydron Zero6-T lenses that are slightly off prescription wise but the dogs bollocks otherwise. Very comfy.

This time round, there's a slight visual disturbance on the right eye on the nasal side in low light. Guess I must just have big pupils. All in all, though I'm happy. I get to wear glasses when I want to and have the pick of sunglasses. Spot the happy man.