After my less than stoic performance in the dentist’s chair last week I was humbled when my Mother reminded me she was off to Derriford Hospital for another injection, into her eyeball, to stabilise the  macular degeneration that she lives with!

It is still an odd sensation, eating baked beans on toast,  as they slide over my naked gum, slipping through the gap in my back teeth but it does not compare to the disorientation my Mother experiences due to her low vision.  She does, however, cope amazingly well.  I expect it is something to do with living through The Second World War.  When you have bombs dropping around your ears and food rationing you can probably endure most things?!