Back in June this year I posted the woeful tale of the evening in France when I managed to trip over a plastic waste bin and subsequently land face first on an unforgiving granite stone floor injuring my left eye in the process. I shall refrain from posting the wretched photographs of my own demise on this occasion, and substitute one of our ‘Enery versus the then Cassius Clay from back in 1966 from the night ‘Enry’s ‘Ammer failed him. There are similarities twixt ‘Enery’s visage and mine, although he, unlike me, fought a courageous battle for his wounds. Even in defeat ‘Enery was significantly a greater, braver being than I am, or ever will be.
The issue I am ‘faced’ with is perhaps one born of my own stupidity. Basically, I feel I need to give the eye a complete rest, as presently all I can see out of it is a fog akin to a London peasouper from days of yore. The net result is that the right eye is now getting miffed at working a double shift for no extra pay.
Typing, reading and such like are problematical currently. It is for the best that I take this proposed break forthwith and return with a full set of faculties. The only alternative is to purchase an eyepatch and a parrot!
I hope to see you all sooner rather than later.