Fucked up feet.

My feet are fucked, more later, but: Today, 30th October 2015, I collected my two pair of spectacles. Now, proper odd, as once I arrived in Leeds, my sense of direction went really weird. Eventually I found the Boots opticians entrance, then walked into the entrance to the left! What a fucking knob, so panicking I got sweaty, rushed out and turned to the mediate left: Boots…

These are they. The pair at the top are my reading ones, they are too tight. Boots knew this but I had to leave asap. I will return for them adjusting, but thinking if I learn better, then my medics advice to use sunglasses at all times can be in-cooperated?