Clouded Vision

Tanvir Naomi BushUncategorized 4 Comments

Today my eyes are full of smoke and cotton wool and just a short walk out of the house leaves me nervy and stressed.A middle aged American woman runs over to me ‘Excuse me, excuse me?’I think she is going to ask me about my cane or why I am lurching around instead of walking straight but she looks past my face…she is pointing at my feet.. At my sandals actually.‘Please’ she is desperate. ‘May I ask where you got […]