THEY are watching us
Like many people in their sixties, I have poor and declining vision. One gradually becomes accustomed to things appearing blurry, to not recognising peopleâs faces, to not being able to read signs unless they have very large writing. But nothing prepared me for this. I had gone outside at night to wee on the garden beds â for their benefit and for mine. As I started to saunter back inside, IâŠ















