Without spectacles I keep misreading things and misidentifying people in the street which often produces interesting and mortifying outcomes.

Last week I talked to a man as Aodhan’s cousin Paddy, who turned out to be the man next door called Michael. And on, and on, this confusion goes, it’s especially curious how long it takes me to figure out the person is not the person I think they are. It’s a salvage operation.

The misreading also produces the odd twisted ankle, but the bruising is never uninteresting.