Mundaneatory

Mandatorily mundane.

It’s not that nothing happened this week, it’s just that most things that happened were mundane, but I’m going to tell you about it anyway.

One morning I set off on an unfamiliar short walk to a never before visited destination. Ten minutes from Stratford tube they said. After 30 minutes following Madam la Google I rang my destination to admit directional defeat. Yes I was lost but there was hope. We worked out my position in relation to a very ugly, very tall sculpture for which I developed a fondness, based not on its aesthetic qualities, but for its beacon like abilities. On the up side, I got all of my steps in by 10.30, on the downside, I didn’t get the hot beverage I’d planned to fill in the spare time between my expected early arrival and timely appearance for my appointment.

In other non-news, I spent almost an entire day, it felt longer, setting up various mandatory IT shenanigans related to up coming teaching. Most elements were already on my computer but linked to an old workplace. It proved an almost unbearable task as the old versions kept blocking blah blah blah, blah, blah, I’m boring myself trying to explain. Anyhow I managed to get everything in place, old passwords updated, new passwords saved. Why could I still not access stuff? I tried and tried. I rang IT support for the umpteenth time.

Had I done so and so?

Yes, it didn’t work.

Had I done this and that?

Yes I had, it didn’t work.

Could I just try again?

Ok.

Did that work?

Well yes it did.

I think that IT people, all of them, have a button to stop things working until they say so, just to put me and you in our place.

Ken and Cash the dog have been in a couple of the more interesting days this week. Cash had outrageously awful wind after eating cat food. I feared that Ken and I might suffocate. Even though it was very cold we opened the window as much as we could without it being so open that Cash might exit that way…and directly down five storeys.

I’m not sure if Cash has any idea that he produces weapon grade toxic gases, or that he knows and expects we, his subjects to just deal with it. Which of course we do.

Cash is a crazy looking dog but is an actual proper breed, a Brussels Griffon. He looks like a mini Chewbacca. In fact I couldn’t remember the breed name, so I googled ‘dog that looks like Chewbacca’ and there he was. He has a lot of personality, sweet, affectionate and comical. Amongst the listed characteristics for a Brussels Griffon is, ‘self important’.

Here is a picture of Cash ignoring the lovely cushion placed on the floor especially for him, sitting instead in my Dad’s beautiful leather chair, or as I believe he believes, Cash’s lovely leather chair.