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Oh was born in 1950 and parents noticed I couldn’t read and I was eight!!! Mum thought I was a bit ‘thick’ lol – even after two degrees she still thought that!! When I was struggling she met the teacher in the street, Alice Kane, will always mind her- well you do remember your first teacher, don’t you? Discussing me my Mum said ‘well she’s not that slow because she is awful good at cheating at cards”!Turned out I couldn’t see the blackboard, so off to the Opticians and Yes was given a pair of blue specs. The free wee round ones weren’t trendy yet so Mum paid 12/6, I think, for them. 1958ish. So caught up in class and a happy ending…. Broke them a few months later and my Dad, he could fix anything, used acetone to melt them together, O how bonnie I looked with glasses askew… God Bless the NHS Let’s keep it for us, run by us, and safe.
aw what a story. I liked wearing the blue plastic ones at first but soon got fed up with them.