This year the alphabet has 27 letters. Next year it’ll be 28.

It is like the bloody periodic table…how can we be confident that we understand the universe, or even be decisive about forming grammatically correct sentences, when experts keep moving the goal posts?

I managed to communicate until the age of 53 with only 26 letters perfectly adequately. I tried last year to embrace “}” but I can’t make that noise without contorting my face…and  I don’t regularly send letters to people from the other place so the welcome tone stays on the shelf. Don’t even get me started on the latest letter! What is an almost retiree from South Croydon supposed to do with that “sexy” squiggle?