In fact, here she is.
Well that's pretty much exactly what Vanessa looks like tonight. She's awake in bed now but this was her having tea a little earlier.
The reason for the Posh Spice-meets-Stevie Wonder look is that she's had her flaps done.
I assume it's an age thing, but at 3pm today she went for a long-planned slice and a tuck.
Jamie and I arrived a little later just in time to catch the end of the action.
Who would have thought the optician's could be so exciting?
Yes, Mrs W has had laser eye surgery (what did you think I meant?) and, like an old witch or a mangy owl or a smelly bat, has been advised to avoid daylight until her flaps heal.
On the downside, she is in some pain. More positively, I am able to watch the Premier League Darts on TV almost free from interruption. (The exception is when she shouts downstairs to demand more chocolate, although I have made clear that the tuck shop is only open during advert breaks).
In a couple of days, armed with her new peepers, she'll finally get to see what I really look like. Just one reason why I doubt I'll ever get mine done.
