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Iknew about the lines. I understand that these days -- especially these mornings -- my face is reminiscent of a particularly challenging Winter Olympic cross-country ski slope. I decided a long time ago to think of my wrinkles as laughter lines -- and even if, to borrow from George Melly, nothing is really that funny, then I'm still relatively accepting of the effects of ageing on my face. The lines, I can live with.
But nobody told me about the glasses. Why did nobody warn me about the glasses? Why didn't I receive advance warning that in the Year of Our Lord 2012, absolutely everyone else my age would suddenly acquire reading glasses? And I'm not just talking a couple of passing ships here: my five closest female friends all joined the ranks of spectacle-wearers this year. And all for the same reason -- old, inflexible eyes. It turns out that all the time we've been slapping collagen and pro-retinol onto our faces in a futile bid to hold back the years, those same years have been working their wickedness on our eyes, making the muscles in them so inflexible that when you hold a book or a phone up really close, you can no longer read it.See the full content of this document
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Kitchen Sink Drama [Eire Region]
Cosmetics giants may boast that they can tackle the seven signs of ageing, but I've got their products in my eyes on occasion and, trust me, I still can't see what's right...
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