Well, it came sooner than expected but we've just addressed the elephant in the room. Going back to late last year, I suffered a torn retina whilst riding the bike. My eye filled with blood and riding home some 140 km was quite a challenge. To fix it, I had a vitrectomy (watch it on YouTube if you're not squeamish)! It was totally successful but the surgeon warned me that one side effect was a cataract which would form sooner or later. In my case, it was sooner than expected.
All was fine on the February bike tour then lockdown kicked in during March. Stuck around home doing jobs, I didn't really notice anything but as soon as lockdown ended and driving/riding started up again, the partial loss of long sight in one eye became noticeable. Not a good position to be in, especially when conducting advanced riding tests. A right royal pain in the arse to use a technical term.
A check with a local optometrist confirmed the onset of a cataract. Still legal to drive and ride but it was pushing the envelope at the higher performance end of the spectrum. So it was back to the surgeon. Not bad enough to qualify for an operation on the public health system but going privately was fine as it was starting to drive me nuts.
Turned up for the procedure a week ago and Jennie and I were ushered into a lounge adjacent to the operating theatre. Drops were put into the eye to dilate the pupil and the surgeon came in and drew an arrow over the appropriate eye. Wives aren't noted for dishing out sympathy because they think that their husbands are big wusses. "Pain? You want to try having 3 kids, blah, blah......". In this case, the lack of sympathy manifested itself by her wanting to write something on my forehead above the arrow. Those words were "Insert Coins Here". Smartarse.