Felix Culpa

White Rabbits! 

I have not yet spoken aloud today. Perhaps my first words, when Justin wakes up momentarily and puts his head around my door to say good morning, shall be “White rabbits!”. I normally forget to say it, and I don’t know whether this is a custom that Justin, not being from England, is aware of. I don’t know how widespread such is. Did White Rabbits make it over the Iron Curtain? 

The idea, I think, is one of those bound up with memories of my early childhood, and as such it fills me with a sense of magic and mischief that perhaps seems misplaced. But I don’t care. I’m twenty-one years old, I still believe in magic, and I am going to try my damnedest to remember to say it! 

Don’t give me any rubbish about that “ahh, you only say it when the ‘r’ in the spelling is doing something or other” rubbish. That’s for pansies. I am not a pansy. I’m a radiant lawn fiend.