She blinked, and looked around her, and the world seemed to shift and swim around her a near-impenetrable miasma of light and colour. Even a foot away it was a blur, stretched and distorted by her astigmatism just to make absolutely sure that it couldn't be read without correction. She opened her eyes and gazed incoherently at the screen before her. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes a little with her palms, as if trying to conjure up clearer vision through some obscure magical ritual. I seem to be getting a headache more and more often these days, it’s not much fun.' Surely it was last year? I thought getting older meant I only need eyetests every two years? I really can't think when it was I got my current scrip. Recently I have been very tired, and I have been asking myself “when did I last get my eyes tested?” and honestly I cannot remember when. I work in Insurance, which although not really exciting, is a decent job and my current position as Section Leader gives me some underlings to boss around, and also some responsibility which is fairly well rewarded. As you might recall, my name is Kirsty, I’m 25 years old, of moderate height and weight, told that I’m attractive despite my glasses - which if I remember correctly, are about minus 16 each and quite thick, and unlikely to get any thinner. I haven't been good at telling you what's been happening in my life recently because I've been so busy at work and elsewhere. 'Dear Diary, today is the 8th of January. Meanwhile, Kirsty accessed the diary file on her laptop computer, and began to type Michelle contented herself with glances through the edge of her girlfriend's thick lenses, and later on, watching the reflection of lasers on the perfectly flat fronts of Louise's lenses. Michelle had no complaints: she happily held Louise's hand, then later squirmed around a little in the cinema seat, pressing herself as best she could against Louise's body, gently touching her in places only a lover could, but avoiding stealing her glasses, as she had done before: Louise did want to be able to watch the film now that she had made the effort to get there. At last the difference was diminishing, leaving her with a more normal looking appearance, except that she wore what anyone would call thick glasses. She had no reason to complain about her vision, either: only a few weeks ago she'd had new lenses put in her frames, right eye minus 14, left eye minus 11.5. Louise smiled, and again whispering into the shape's ear said, A few quick button presses later and the shape showed her a message, The dark shape produced something that, for its own requirements, was a far easier means of communication in a cinema: a mobile phone in silent mode. The dark shape nodded, light reflecting haphazardly off the shimmering, dome-like lenses of its glasses. She turned to the darkened, indistinct shape on her left, and whispered in its ear, She had a way with words, Louise thought dreamily, as the opening creep appeared for “the Return of the Clone Menace” something about rebels, bases and suchlike. Louise chomped, then swallowed another piece of sweet popcorn, whilst she looked up at the cinema screen: “Galaxy Wars” wasn't really her favourite genre of film, but then Michelle had asked to see it in her own special way.
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