For the last few days I've been living with a pirate. And that pirate happens to be my husband.
His resemblance to a pirate is enhanced by the eye patch that he has been wearing as he recovers from cataract surgery. One eye done, the other to come.
The day after surgery he was assured that he would be able to work, driving would be no problem. And it wasn't.
The problem came when he had to read. The eye still wearing a prescription lens could, the eye without could not.
Hence, not an eye patch but a yellow post-it hanging over his glass frame. Aarrrrr! Not a pretty sight.
