We return to the opticians for more eye tests.
Pixie’s patience the optitican’s arbitrary requests is wearing thin.
“Look up at the corner,” he says for the fourth or fifth time.
“I am,” she insists with gritted teeth.
“Right, I need you to read these letters with just eye” the optician tells Scooter, who obliges him by winking.
“Erm, no, could you cover your eye with your hand” Scooter frowns then places his right hand over the corresponding eye.
“Now with the other hand.” Quick as a flash, Scooter swaps his right hand for his left.
“Erm, yes, but could you cover the other eye with that hand?”