Celebrating the mundane - In the name of Thiago - Day 89
As I mentioned
yesterday, finding a focus for the blog has become somewhat trickier in recent
weeks, but today I had a bit of a brainwave – to focus on some really, really
dull shit.
So today I’m going to
begin by discussing the top of my left thumb which I advertently sliced the top
off last Friday, while chopping an onion. Angelica kindly ripped the flappy bit
off that was hanging from it last weekend and I have tried putting a plaster on
but they never seem to last for long – guess the cut is in an awkward kind of
place.
It doesn’t look too upsetting
does it but my word it’s not a good idea to dip the hand it attaches to into
some salted cashew nuts! In these testing times, I do wonder whether we’ll see
an increase in nominations for the Darwin Awards as people do dumber and dumber
shit. I’ll try to give them a miss..
I’ve had a reasonably
productive day today at work – relax people I’m still working at home – and a large
part of that is because as part of my employer’s digital refresh, I have now
been upgraded to Windows 10!
Yes I know that Windows
10 came out five years ago and Windows 11 will be available this year but, hey
come on, taxpayers’ money cannot be wasted on such frivolity as providing suitable
technology for people working in the public sector – even those working in
communications. So I’m taking this as a victory and crikey things didn’t half
work faster. Even the user!
Part three of
celebrating mundanity comes in the form of my amazing daughter Elisa’s morning
ritual. I don’t know the full extent of it obviously, but I was touched to see
the way she looks after her big ted ‘Griz’ by popping her pyjamas on him when she doesn't need them herself. Frankly I’ll take anything that is a
show in some way of keeping a lid on things in her room. Up until recently, it
was a bonus to see the carpet.
Lastly from me today,
I wanted to share with you the sheer joy I gleaned from a magnificent tea and
biscuit combination I had this morning. Firstly the brew was just spot on,
almost as good as Trevor’s at work – Christ alive that man makes an absolutely outstanding
brew – and then in a moment of glorious inspiration I took a chocolate
digestive and snapped (note it was snapped not broken), it perfectly in half.
It was perfect, a work of fucking art. If you’d been wearing a cap and seen me
do it, you’d have doffed your attire in well-earned praise.
No really everyone, it’s
fine, there’s really nothing wrong with me..
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