Don't know what to call this one

A great quote from someone I met during my walkabout today:
“If we book to come back the same week next year, can you guarantee we’ll have Summer weather?”
He was perfectly serious too – as if my powers as part of the management team extend to controlling the climate around the Centre. I told him we tend to get brighter, warmer days in July and maybe he should think about coming then instead.
I wonder what kind of upbringing some British children are getting when their parents display intelligence like that. None of my business, I guess. I just have to concentrate on raising my own offspring in a way that gives them a chance of a decent life.
Blimey – went off on a bit of a weird tangent there.

Someone in the office pointed out that it’s only two weeks until all the children in England go back to school. That blew my mind, as the kids say, and knocked me sideways, as my generation would prefer. I keep worrying about how well I’ll cope with my first Summer Holidays in this job, and I’m already two-thirds of the way through them! And I seem to have coped fine so far. Admittedly, it probably helped having a week or so off for non-Covid Covid-related issues but even so – I have to say it has all gone rather well, considering my inexperience and constant confusion.
I don’t suppose we’ll notice much difference when schools re-open anyway, as we’re at almost full capacity all the way through to the October half-term. That, of course, is assuming there won’t be another school-return-related wave of infections that blows the non-lockdown way of life out of the water and plunges us back into restrictions.
My, I am just a sparkling ray of optimism, am I not?

RC 26-8-21