The Return of The Runaway Rory

When was the last time I left more than a week between blog postings?
I’d like to say this latest gap has been because I’ve been abroad somewhere, sunning myself in a get-tanned sty-lee, but No. I’ve just been exceptionally busy at work, worn out by a rather over-active and under-sleeping 2-year-old, and suffering with ongoing niggly shoulder pain that is making me want to punch myself in the deltoid or amputate my own arm.

I’ve already met some interesting holidaymakers, especially the Northern gentleman who kicked up a fuss on Saturday because he had to ‘wait frigging hours to pick my key up’. We’re strictly enforcing the ‘two people at a time’ rule at the main desk and we’re asking them to maintain social distance while queueing. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be allowed to stay open. Most people are completely understanding and just happy to be here, but he seemed determined to abandon the holiday mood and spend his first day in Suffolk moaning at everyone, about everything. Maybe he’s just one of those people who have to find a fault with everything they encounter, or they’re not happy. If so, I wonder how he’s coped with being stuck at home during lockdown? He probably moaned at his wife all day about the way she’d prepared his bacon.
I’m sure he won’t be the last dick I have to deal with, and I think I handled him quite well, so that bodes well for the rest of the year….

RC 24-5-21