strode womanfully into the darkened room.
'I've got hearing aids, that residing in the drawer at home, don't do a lot of good.
I definitely don't want to add a pair of specs to my collection now do I?'
As I flumped into the chair she said,
'You'll need your glasses'
'What glasses? I haven't got any!'
She visibly brightened...
Eyeball to eyeball, she put me through my paces
I read this, I pressed that.
I barked out the letters on the second to bottom line,
without a pause for breath.
Clearly and confidently I narrated the script as if auditioning for
the part of Lady Macbeth.
As the appointment progressed she shrunk before my eyes;
was this a trick of the light I idly wondered.
'You are very lucky to be long sighted in one eye
and short in the other, and although your long sighted eye has deteriorated
a little... you really don't need glasses!'