I know an old lady . . .

Just had to capture this.  There's something up with my eye.  Maybe I've scratched it? I'm not sure, but it has been hurting for a few days now, so I thought I'd try an eye patch for 24 hours before giving in and going to the eye doctor.  The patch is a folded over running sock.  I tried taping it in place, but the tape won't stick very well,  so the reading glasses have been employed.  But the glasses don't quite do the trick all by themselves, so I've wrapped the waistband cut from an old pair of pants Gav and I bought at the Russian Market in Phnom Penh (true story) to help keep the glasses pressed against the running sock, and actually, this system is providing some kinda nice pressure.  (The waist band is working so well because it has elastic PLUS a draw-string which I've tied tightly.)  Oh, and my hair needs to be in a pony tail to help keep the waist band from slipping down.  

I don't know why she swallowed the fly, perhaps she'll die.

Wish me luck.