It seems we’re living in the Age of Walking on Eggshells, a
time when everybody in the public eye has to be so, so careful with everything
they say for fear that somebody somewhere will pick up a single word out of
place and hurl house bricks at them. And the word doesn’t even have to be out
of place. ‘The Lunar New Year’ is not only a perfectly legitimate expression,
it also has the advantage of encouraging inclusivity.
It needs to stop because there’s a danger that a lot of serious
angles on important issues will become lost in the gloopy stew of irrational
political correctness. But, of course, it won’t stop because the human animal
is just too dumb to make it stop.
* * *
Meanwhile, I saw some periwinkles blooming at the bottom of
my lane today. I don’t ever remember seeing periwinkles blooming in February
before. And a young wild rabbit has taken to visiting my garden at dusk, there
to hop happily about and nibble things it can’t find in the field next door. I
used to get wild rabbits in my garden a lot at one time, but I haven’t seen
them for several years and thought they’d all gone. I wonder whether wild
rabbits are a good omen.
* * *
And there’s been no word on either the latest scan or my
prospective operation, so I still don’t know whether I’ll be spending the
spring recuperating or packing my trunk for the one way trip to the terminus.
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