...and down

So, I am now committed to a flight to Devon late on Sunday night, followed by four days leading a project that I am calling "Operation Sinking Ship" because I have zero confidence that anything I try to do will make even an atom of difference. Philippa is pissed off and can't understand why I didn't stand up for myself and say 'No'. Mathew is distraught because he doesn't understand why dad is going on holiday without him. The only member of the family who hasn't reacted badly is Rian, but that might be down to his age and complete lack of understanding of the situation, and as he is still a long way away from being able to talk to me, I'm feeling a bit lonely, even if he is still on my side.
Most of the staff at work aren't happy either. August is ridiculously hard for everyone already and they can't see the logic in sending one of the managers away to help out somewhere else, saying it seems to be 'robbing Peter to pay Paul' etc. I have to say I agree, but Gavin Knows Best, apparently.
(Except when he doesn't.)
(Logic is not his strength.)

RC 8-8-23