A small, and perhaps temporary, victory

I got summonsed to Gavin's office today. Talk about feeling like a 12-year-old on his way to see the Headmaster.
It was ok, in the end. To give him credit, he doesn't suffer with stubbornness, and if his behaviour is detrimental to his business, he will notice it (eventually) and put himself in reverse gear. He tried again to push me into organising a huge event for Thursday, but I held my ground and convinced him we should leave things as they are. We've got some nice things going on already, and if he wanted to alter them he should have done it at some point in the past few months, not drop it on me less than a week before he wanted them to happen. It's not as if this event has crept up on anyone, we've known for a year that Thursday and Friday would be Bank Holidays. He behaved a bit like a child who has been told he has to go to bed while it's still daylight, but he accepted what I was saying, in the end.
I imagine there'll be some kind of comeback at some point in the near future. He'll have me moving caravans around or get me to personally paint every fence on his properties, but for now I can relax again and get on with my normal day-to-day duties, rather than trying to locate bunting at short notice or find a bakery that can rustle up 2,000 Union Jack cupcakes.

RC 30-5-22