I am getting a bit blind, well more than a bit , I can’t drive any more, I can barely see the number on the bus before it stops. That is a rare example, most things I don’t see I don’t miss seeing, I am simply oblivious. It is the things that I see imperfectly, the brain does not like imperfect, so it shows me something that was not there.
The person walking a Shetland pony down a London street on a rainy day, with a child on the back of the pony. When I came abreast on the other side of the road it turned out to be two women, both carrying shopping, one walking slightly behind the other and pushing a push chair.
There I was sat on the top deck of the London bus, in front was a van sign-written in italic script across the back, with difficulty I made out “Teabag Engineers”.
Life will become more predictable after the cataract operation.



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