Is it a spider...is it a fly?

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No...

It's a 'floater' in my eye.

Yes, that is what it's called.

A black blob, of various shapes and sizes. Described as something that looks like dots, cirvcles, lines, clouds or cobwebs. (The spider and fly are my additions)

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The blob floats, drifts or zig-zags all over the eye after a laser treatment. 

or to be posh—a YAG laser capsulotomy in my case.

It's great because I no longer have a fuzzy vision in one eye.

Bad because I can now see the cobwebs so I'm going to have to be a not so domestic goddess and dust!

But that apart, (I hate bothering the dust bunnies—they just go forth and multiply when I do—) I now realise how lucky I am to be able to have such things done.

There's so much we take for granted where I live.

And I'm determined to 'open my eyes' see how lucky I am and appreciate it.

(Random photo of Bath)

All that apart, I'm getting on with writing my Christmas stories. In 25deg sunshine, writing about snow and ice. It seems a bit surreal, but I guess after all these years I'm used to it. Weirdly when I write about warmth and summer in our winters, I don't not feel the same.

Maybe because I've been lucky enough to go somewhere warmer at times and so can envisage it easier.

 Whichever it is, I've got the door to the garden wide open, I can see some fish in the pond, hear various birds tweeting, (and two pigeons having a fight,) a cockerel crowing, and a plane going over head.

Plus some idiot on a motorbike going much too fast down a nearby lane, and a tractor rumbling across a field.

It's early morning, and I love this time of day.

I'm the only one up, I have a cup of coffee and I'm chatting to you via my blog.

And—I'm about to get the last few thousand words of my Regency Christmas story written.

Have a great day, and take care, wherever you are,

happy reading,

love Raven xxx