Management Meeting Malaise

Gavin popped in unexpectedly today. We had all assumed he would be lost in the world of his new hotels for months, but he seems determined to keep his hand on the tiller of the caravan parks too, even though we're perfectly capable of running perfectly well without him. He was in a good mood, to be fair. He's waiting for some quotes for upgrades and some 'architectural suggestions' so there's not much he can do to the buildings he bought apart from keep renting out the rooms that are usable and hope nothing falls down before its fixed.

We had a chat about some events for later in the year. Seems odd to be discussing Autumn and Christmas when we've just hit the peak of Summer, but time does flow by so quickly, and in this business you have to plan months ahead or things just don't get done in time.

He has given the go-ahead for the 2nd Annual Rory-Curated Hallowe'en Happiness Party, but has once again refused my request for a knock-'em-out Bonfire Night Bonanza. It remains my dream to put together a Fireworks Fiesta that lights up the county for miles around and becomes the envy of every other events venue in the East of England, but it shall remain a dream for now. Gavin made some boring points about insurance, and space, and unhappy residents, and local farmers with livestock. All very salient and justifiable reasons against, but I still left the meeting thinking 'killjoy'.

RC 28-6-22