I’m back from overseas. In Heathrow this morning I did consider getting a bottle of Irn-Bru, but my sense of taste (literal and figurative) prevailed.

The animals have deigned to recognize me.

I also checked my work email. Some of you may remember that just before I left someone reported the ableist incident with my chair and my colleague to my school’s anti-discrimination office, and I spoke with them. That was an informal intake. They’ve now decided it does fall under their purview and are launching a formal investigation.

This feels both EEK and validating at the same time. They didn’t dismiss it as a personal cat fight, as my chair did.