Stupid 'Summer'

Yesterday's blog reads a bit like a crappy management report to shareholders (sorry about that) so today I will try to be more personal, personable and pleasing.
I may have bitten off more than I can chew with my 'week of poetry' mini-challenge. It just came to me as an idea, after I wrote that weird poem on Saturday night, so I decided to commit to it and use it as inspiration for these blog postings. Then I suddenly found things to talk about anyway, so now I'm having to double-up on my daily offerings and the strain is beginning to tell already. [insert 'tongue in cheek' emoji here]

Today I started to receive the expected complaints about the weather. It's hilarious really, but there's always one or two families that seem to think it's a vendetta against them when it's cloudy, and that I am the instigator of said vendetta and therefore the person who can reverse the rain and produce sunshine. It's normally a family from the North of England, with a dad that is overweight and unhealthy and a mum who looks like she's had no daylight in 8 years, and at least three children under the age of five that the parents believe they shouldn't have to supervise. And their moans always follow the same sort of pattern, to the point that I am convinced they are all just getting this stuff from a 'How To Get A Refund' app. So I shall type here online what I say to them onsite - "We can't control the weather, and I'm sorry if it's not to your liking, but you are still on holiday, and there are still lots and lots of ways for you to enjoy yourselves as a family, so please try and do that and stop telling my staff they are arseholes."

RC 22-7-25