Eye-Up

Excuse me readers, I just need to wipe my eyes. 

They are in a mood again. They often are, these days. I’ll be writing away, and then?

They close. 

Our exchanges go something like this.

“Oi! Open up, I’m writing.”

“No. Sod off.”

“Er…, why?”

“We are unionising against our long hours.”

Now, that is a fair point. I stare at screens for long periods of time. 

“Well, do you mind letting me finishing this piece?”

Silence.

I try to open my eyes. No joy. 

“I’ll bathe you in gentle warm water if you let me get this finished.”

“Really? No bullshit?”

“Promise.”

My eyes open. Still feel like they’ve got a bag of grit in each one. But I can sort of see. 

So, I blink. A lot. 

And keep writing. The words are flowing. 

My eyes snap shut. 

“Ah, c’mon. I nearly done.”

“Nope. And stick your eye bath up your arse now, too.”

I hpe this I ko. I writes it wth me eyes clsed.