So if you’re in Kenilworth and you can’t read the sign on the shop next door, or you keep saying “Pardon?” to the postman, stop squinting and straining. Walk into Specsavers. Embrace the fact that you are a glorious, slightly malfunctioning human.
They’ll fix your peepers and your eepers. They’ll even fix your wallet, because the prices are surprisingly reasonable—almost suspiciously so. Just be prepared for that puff of air, the “which is better” panic, and the sudden, life-changing clarity of seeing a pigeon’s wing feather from across the street.
Go on. Give your senses the upgrade they’re begging for. Your future, non-blurry, non-muffled self will thank you. And you’ll finally be able to hear the sound of your own success. Or at least the crunch of your own toast.
