As I write this, I’m sitting in an opticians.

I’ve always had a problem with my eyes and have worn glasses since I was a kid.

At the time, the experts told me ‘Oh, it’s not for very long, just a few weeks.

Well here I am, a 32-year-old grown man and I’m still wearing glasses.

Not that there’s anything wrong with glasses, of course, but I do sometimes wonder about their evolution.

Once upon a time, someone, somewhere thought to say ‘Stick these pieces of glass on your face and they’ll help you to see better.’

As the years rolled by, we began to understand more about the way the eye works.
With this information came the opportunity for the technology involved with glasses to evolve.

I’m talking about the various thickness of lenses, the introduction of varifocals and other such witchcraft.

Despite all of this technology, a visit to the opticians still involves sitting in a big chair with an oversized pair of what appear to space goggles plonked on your face while someone slots in various lenses in a bid to find the perfect concoction to suit your particular peepers.

You really do have to marvel at the science.

It’s always interesting to sit there as they add this lens and take away that one, trying to make sense of it all.

One wrong move and it all goes blurry.

Then comes the Willy Wonka-like experience of getting to choose new glasses.

There are big glasses, small glasses, wire rims, no rims at all...the choice can be overwhelming.

Then it happens – you spot the perfect pair, pay the money and off you go.

Yes, it’s a magical experience to visit the opticians.

I’m not saying opticians are heroes but, if the specs fit, wear them.