Pretty in pink...

Abstract

I'm still enamoured of the rose-coloured glasses I got for Christmas. I can see clearly now. The rain has gone. The glasses were a present from DNA, the National Dyslexia Association. This is a government-funded initiative that encourages people who are unable to read comfortably to be tested and, if eligible, to get optical help for free. I have to say I was inveigled into going to the initial meeting by the head of my university who maintained that he had been helped enormously by them. I had mentioned to him that I had read a newspaper article by our country's Prime Minister about his Vision for the Future and that, by the time I got to the middle of the article, the words had begun to dance before my eyes and I felt a bit faint. It became more frequent after that. He told me that he'd had exactly that, at or about the same age – he thought it was age-related – and, becoming more and more depressed by it, he was ready to jump off a cliff. Then he'd bumped into someone he knew in State Government who had told him about DNA.