News I didn't want...

Gavin (my boss) has decided to send me down to the South-West of the country for a few days next week. His Devon Folly needs some desperate attention and for some reason he thinks it makes more sense for me to go and have a look at it, than him. I am not happy about this, and as you can imagine, the wife at home is not particularly thrilled either. Gavin leapt on that and said, "Why don't take them? A nice chance for an unexpected Summer break with the family!" But it won't be that, will it? It'll be a 9-hour drive with two young children, followed by me working 12-hour days and coming back stressed and tired.
Then a 9-hour drive back to Suffolk.
Not exactly an ideal recipe for August fun and delights.
Someone has quit, apparently, and left things in a bit of a mess. And apparently my particular skill set and style of management is exactly what Gavin thinks is needed to dig everything out of a hole and ensure the site survives the Summer Holidays.
Personally, I think he just can't be bothered to go himself; but I'll do as I'm told, I suppose.

RC 6-8-23