Eye eye, what’s going on ‘ere then?

The strong wind blew a pile of sawdust into Sarah’s eyes at the wildlife rescue this morning. Kathy, who runs the rescue, quickly rinsed Sarah’s eyes out - and just as I was sitting down to my poached eggs at the nearby café, I got a phone call. I had to abandon my breakfast….

She’s fine, we’ve been to see a wonderful optometrist who’s diagnosed a corneal abrasion, given her four different lots of eye drops and told her to lie on the sofa for two days while her mother brings endless supplies of chocolate, tea, sandwiches, crisps and ice-cream. Well she may not have said all of those things but that seems to be what Sarah heard…..