When we bought Eddie, our campervan, we had big ideas. We were buying into a lifestyle.
Oh hi there beautiful people. With your sharp suits and focused faces. What’s that sign you’re holding up really far away? Well, I can tell you now, because I survived my surgery and now have perfect vision.
Eyes. They are the window to the soul, aren’t they?
Well, mine aren’t. Mine are broken.
My dear mother passed on her crap-eye genes to all three of her daughters. Two in a ‘funny ha-ha’ kind of blind way where we scrabble about for our glasses in the morning and make ourselves 87% better looking through the wearing of contact lenses. And one in an actually blind, it’s not funny at all kind of way. My brother, the lucky bugger, has eyes like a hawk.
Barack Obama, the fly-swatting, basketball hoop-shooting leader of the free world, has Beyonce going gaga and Gaga in glee at his re-election, while Sarah Jessica Parker wore an Obama T-shirt and Eva Longoria cried.