My brain is piecing together some disparate bits of information-
A note on my desk – “sorry the place is still a mess, but my hoover packer up” – from the 17yr old lass we employ to clean the place
My Smartboard refuses to function – oh no is it broken?
The digital projector is not in its proper place. There is no lock on its proper place. Head of Department, who teaches in the room where is kept, says “oh.” It is worth more than a grand.
I borrow a digital projector from resources. It doesn’t work.
I test various combinations of sockets, power cables, extension leads and button presses. I have 26 people eager to be schooled in the ways of parliamentary democracy lounging about, looking dead bored, but not yet rioting.
The computer in the office isn’t on. Neither is the printer.
My brain clicks.
My brain whirrs.
An antique hoover is responsible for short-circuiting the entire room and beyond.
I eventually run an extension lead across a busy corridor into my room, where the students enjoy a role play about Old Sarum, a brief history of rotten boroughs and a PowerPoint presentation about the suffragettes conducted entirely in purple.
I no longer care.
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