Mon Jun XXI
Take glasses in to be repaired.
Mum and Dad had somehow managed to find an optician who could not only repair my glasses, but do so overnight. This meant that I just had to spend an evening wandering around like a blind thing. This wasn’t too traumatic as my vision wasn’t actually that bad in those days – somewhere around -2.5 if I remember correctly – and, of course, I was used to playing football and other games with no glasses on, as if I wasn’t they wouldn’t have been broken in the first place. It does explain why this entry is so short, though.
The strikethrough isn’t a case of me filling in the diary retrospectively, but simply trying to add something to another day and getting it in the wrong place.