I’ve worn spectacles for as long as I can remember. I distinctly recollect my first pair – a small, wire rimmed getup from my local optometrist.

They grow with you, they really do, I’ve got a dent in my nose where the bridge rests to prove it. They become a part of who you are. A recent attempt to branch out and get contact lenses was wildly unsuccessful, mainly because it takes at least an hour to put them in, you still have to remove them at the end of the day, and I just look downright weird.

Being this blind does have its shortfalls, however. There are few things as terrifying as thinking you’ve lost your glasses, cycling in the rain is possibly one of the worst things ever (Where’s Hermione when you need her?), walking indoors on a cold winter day results in roughly 10 minutes of instant blindness as your lenses are ravaged by mist, and everyone always wants to try them on. The last one does present opportunities for some fun though, as often, people aren’t ready to experience how short sighted I really am!