I return to the opticians this morning and manage not to fall over anything on my way there in my new contact lenses. The ones that are fine until you put them in. The optician is dumbfounded that they have effectively blinded me and eventually announces that I might be allergic to silicon. As I’ve been wearing contact lenses for the past 30 years with no previous problems this seems unlikely to me but she’s the expert... She orders me another different pair and says can you come back next week. If I must.
Then to the match, which Derby should have won easily but contrive to go 2-0 down before pulling it back to 2-2.
We stay in, ahead of the Pride Park bike ride tomorrow.
(Saturday 20th September)