"I'm not going!" said Keith. "Yes you are," I said. That's why I made our appointments for the same morning.
"Well I'm not having the puffy thing," said Keith.
"That's between you and the optician," I said.
And so it was. The optician tried but Keith is unable to keep his eyes open for the requisite time, so it was stalemate.
However, he did pass the field test - with flying colours.
"That's good. I can see a field!" he said.
The optician looked rather nonplussed and retired hurriedly to the sanctuary of his room.
This afternoon, I received a call from the surgery with an invitation from my GP to come in and discuss the results of my ultrasound.