You know when you are middle-aged when..........

Ok, I’m not kidding myself, I know I’m 44 and I’m middle-aged. But nothing quite prepares you for being told that you are old enough to need reading glasses. And it wouldn’t have been quite so bad if the child (she was a very very young looking optician) hadn’t tried to sugar the pill with the line ‘I’m very sorry Mrs Massarella, but this is what happens when you get to your age, it’s perfectly normal.’ I really wanted to say that ‘normal’ was being able to see perfectly clearly, as I had been doing it without too much effort for 44 years (it’s only been the last 6 months when its been a bit of a struggle) but I smiled, said thanks, and then got very excited when she gave me a some lenses and I could see that very small print again. No more guessing how long something should go in the microwave. And hopefully the last time I take aspirin by mistake……print was way too small!

But it could be worse……….I don’t think I look too bad in my new glasses. Don’t all shout at once!!!

Kx