I am still pondering yesterday’s incident in the park. After she read my blog about it, Lyn wisely pointed out that those boys couldn’t help acting as they did, any more than I can help having cerebral palsy; getting angry and aggressive won’t help. She’s right, of course, but it’s the intolerance of it I can’t stand: the unthinking intolerance which dictates difference must be stamped out. Mind you, it occurred to me earlier that the irony is, they don’t know the half of it: had they seen me in my tutu and tights, or at least known what I had on under my trousers, they would have had an aneurism.