2020 – the year of perfect vision in which, from a distance of 20 paces, you could see 19 people anywhere you looked advancing towards you, 20 of whom spread disease
2020 – the year of perfect vision in which you discovered that as choices narrowed vision improved
2020 – the year of perfect vision in which, bent over and staring up your bowel, you could see a face mask blocking the light at the other end
2020 – the year of perfect vision in which, anyone lucky enough to get an opticians’ appointment, could see from a distance of 20 paces that the eye chart letters spell snafu exactly 20 times
2020 holiday adventure – Feverish, breathless, odourless, flat-bottom boat trips up Shit Creek. Paddle not supplied. Book now.
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