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Life in Culebrón is a very British view of life in a small village in Alicante province, my experience of Spain, of Spaniards and sometimes of the other Britons who live nearby. The tabs beneath the header photo link to other blogs written whilst I was living in other parts of Spain, to my articles written for the now defunct TIM magazine and to my most recent photo albums.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

I see

I wear contact lenses, I have for 30 years ("He's been singing for 40 years" - "He must be tired!") I've been having a bit of bother with them recently so when I saw an advert for the throw away lenses that suggested they may be suitable for my dreadful prescription I thought I'd ask about them. That was sometime around Christmas.

The test set of the throwaways turned up a couple of weeks ago. I asked the optician why they had taken so long, she asked me why I hadn't called back for them, I reminded her that she had said she would ring me. The conversation was just a tad sparky. They weren't any use anyway; uncomfortable and I couldn't se through them.

So I asked for a new set of the old fashioned but much more serviceable gas permeable lenses, or as they call them here, rigid lenses. She said she'd get a test set and phone me when they came in, which she did.

I went to try them yesterday. I couldn't see a thing through them. The optician was surprised; like me she'd expected a fully functioning set which, provided they had worked, I would then buy. In fact the manafacturers had sent a set with my measurements but with a "default" prescription. Actually they didn't fit either so we then spent the next 100 minutes trying different sized lenses (she had a sort of sample kit) and adding and subtracting lenses. We were both exasperated by the end. She said she'd never taken so long and I was fed up of badly fitting lumps of plastic irritating my eyes. Finally though we got there and they are promised for next week.

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