“They might mistake eg for egg and little things like that can confuse people.”
Words fail me this time. Read it and weep.
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On the other hand there’s a pleasingly high level of pointless pedantry glanced at in the final paragraph …
>Several councils including Blyth Valley and Weymouth have banned the phrase disabled toilet and disabled parking because they imply that the facilities themselves are disabled.