Bureaucracy and Bureaus

 Mr B refer to to his writing desk as a 'bureau'.  He inherited it from his Grandad, so maybe Grandad had called it a bureau.

It used to fit beautifully on one side of the fireplace in our Havant house (a matching sized bookcase on the other). It isn't enhanced by having my backpack and the sextant case stowed underneath, but you get the idea.

Last week Mr B concluded a prolonged encounter with bureaucracy - I think that's what I heard them calling it.  He came home with a beige card with his photo on it and some official looking stamps and signatures.  

Bureau, bureaucracy???? Hmmmm.  I'm still trying to work out where he had been.  On the last trip I got to ride along in the van, but F & I had to wait in the van in a carpark. So I am none the wiser.

My humans promised themselves a champagne celebration for when this card was finally obtained.  The champagne is in the fridge....

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  1. Cathy18 December 2020 at 11:54

    That’s great to hear Tigger. So Mr B won’t have to leave you both and skidaddle off to sea with his tail between his legs before the bureaucrats him away for overstaying his welcome.
    Hope you’re being good and helping Mr B keep warm.

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    1. Tigger's Mum19 December 2020 at 09:27

      Ive been doing lots of lapwarming (he calls it 'cat pinned' and F has to do all the tea making)

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  2. local alien18 December 2020 at 14:56

    Bureau, bureaucracy, you need to be slogging burro to find a way through it here. Bravo Mr B.
    I'm currently without a valid driver's license until govt bureaus reopen or decide to do some of that 'work from home'. My Mr K has screamed down the phone at half a dozen unfortunates to no avail.
    Congratulations

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    1. Tigger's Mum19 December 2020 at 09:33

      Ahhhh. Poor you. Mr B's life was made easier by F engaging an agency that does 'corporate relocations'. Mr B still had to get his documents the way the agent wanted (which was two weeks of stress and encounters with taxisnet....), but at least the interview at the police station was straightforward (ish) - the person with authority to issue the card didn't turn up and no one knew where he was, so the card wasn't issued until next day (and another trip to the police station). Good luck with that driving licence.

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  3. angela19 December 2020 at 00:00

    Love furniture that has a history
    It’s a beautiful piece

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  4. Tigger's Mum19 December 2020 at 09:20

    Our furniture is an eclectic mish mash of stories

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  5. At Home In New Zealand19 December 2020 at 22:01

    Glad it has all gone through for Mr B - enjoy that champagne!

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  6. Tigger's Mum20 December 2020 at 12:46

    Don't know if we should admit it but a neighbour came over to celebrate with us, and F was making xmas pudding (yes VERY late), so there was stirring and wish making. We got a message next day from neighbour to say we brought her luck for the week before xmas (didn't elaborate). So now she believes in xmas puddings. Greeks are a superstitious lot in our experience.

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