Work is crazy. We've been at full capacity for a couple of months, but now the schools are closed we have children accounting for 70+% of our onsite population. It's all screaming with excitement, running around like headless chickens, and tantrums when they can't have an ice cream.
I actually had a parent complaining to me today about the prices on our 'Ice Cream Bike'. If I haven't mentioned it before, it's one of those trade bicycles with a big coolbox on the front, and we have someone ride it around the site so people who are relaxing in their caravans can have access to Summer treats without having to walk to our main buildings. A large gentleman from the Bristol area had a go at me today, saying 'This holiday is expensive enough without coughing up five quid for a tub of Neapolitan.' I explained that our supplier is an International Award Winner, and that the ingredients include full fat Cornish cream and real fruit pieces from local orchards, and that if he wanted a cheaper option, he could purchase a normal Whippy style cone from one of our booths for less than two pounds. He called me 'a Capitalist cockroach' (or possibly 'a Capitalist cockhead' - I couldn't hear properly as he was walking away from me by then. Either way, I really couldn't care less.)
RC 27-7-22
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