My "real" glasses have been in repairs at the Opticians since Reading, which was the back end of August. They're finally fixed, due to all manner of delays.

And it's strange.

The second I put them on and look in the mirror, I feel almost inhuman again.

As I've just re-read in my notes for something, manipulation of image is the first dogma of Faustian pop but there's nothing wrong with that.