I HAVE been for my first appointment at Huddersfield Royal Infirmary about the cataracts in my eyes.
My appointment was on time and I was eye-tested by one nurse, had my eyes examined by a second nurse, and finally had them examined again by an ophthalmic surgeon.
It was all very efficient and the result is that I am now on the waiting list for an operation.
Because my picture is in the Examiner three days a week, I am quite often recognised in the street and the lady behind the counter in the hospital restaurant gave me a knowing look.
Hello, I thought. Time to be modest.
“Are you Deric Longden?” she said.
“No,” I said. “But I know Deric. He’s a smashing chap.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I write in the Examiner,” I said, but she was still getting over the disappointment of me not being best selling author Deric. Who really is a smashing chap.