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Am I getting old?

Decades ago everyone was told not to use the term 'coloured people' because it was deemed to be offensive.  We all had to say 'black people'.  This lasted a few decades until people who were not black objected.  Now apparently it is right to say 'people of colour'.  So tell me, linguistically,  what is the difference?

I am  back on form with the tennis.  I won yesterday and this morning.  Yippee.

MPs are back in the Commons.  Have you noticed any difference?

Last year when I did my tax return I was called into the tax office where the manager used her big red pen to indicate that I had put all the figures against the wrong codes.  My excuse was that I had been away in India and only had a day to complete the forms, so I didn't read the accompanying notes.  This year I went to the tax office to verify I hadn't made any errors and was told that it was correct but I should have done it on-line, paper ones are not acceptable.  Ah well nobody's perfect.

The cuckoo, so delightful when I first hear it is really quite irritating after several weeks of repetition but I am sanguine about it as they too are disappearing under the effects of  climate change.

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