Floaters

I suffer from these – I have done since I was a kid. Of course, they only really annoy you if you notice them, and then the trick is to forget they’re there again. I do that by looking at a complicated texture like a paisley shirt or a pub carpet – something swirly the floaters can get lost in. However, when I’m in West Texas and Eastern New Mexico visiting Linda’s folks the floaters come out with a vengeance. When driving there there’s nothing to look at except a bowl of sky and featureless land stretching out towards the distant horizon. A trip to Lubbock can have me scratching my eyes out.

Bulge, bulge

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Scrumpy’s eyes have slowly been slipping down his face over the years, and while it’s been useful in making him look more downbeat it’s also been making him look less and less like a rabbit. I’ve moved his eyes back up again, and I’m much happier with him now. His eyes will continue to shift up and down his nose according to mood, but this should be their default position.