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
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