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So, Boots ballsed up my first eye test. The numers are quite astonishingly different on the second one. "We'll fix this," they said soothingly. "BUT I LIKE THESE NEW GLASSES I PICKED AND ALSO I HAVE NO MONEY," I basically wailed, but they're going to put new lenses in the frame I picked from Glasses Direct. Hopefully this set will not make the numbers be jumpy. We'll see. For the meanwhile I am back on the lenses where I can't see anything in the distance. Hurrah!

So on that note Richie and I are going to Blackpool to see the Illuminations tonight. He has never been before. I have been before. It is not that exciting, but it is a lovely clear day and I've had the afternoon off work which I have squandered via exploring Southport and finally finding a fruit and veg shop which means I can start putting some real work into beating the hegemony of supermarkets in my life. I have also re-read a lot of Unseen Academicals. This means I am chilled enough to take a drive to Blackpool for overpriced fish and chips and garish lights. GOOD TIMES. Seriously, though, people come to visit me and in this case live with me and all I ever end up doing is going "DA DAAAA! BLACKPOOL! VEGAS OF THE NORTH!"