There seems to be a real air of unhappiness
pervading our visitors at work at the moment. Can the outside world really be
so bad now, that people are unable to switch off on their holidays and leave it
all behind? It would appear so. Be they older or younger, city folk or country
bumpkins, male, female or any chosen gender in between, all and sundry have the
same look of bewilderment and despair, and walk with slumped shoulders as if
the labours of Hercules have worn them down to fatigue. We continue to provide
them with entertainment, opportunities to relax, and distractions, and yet
still they seem determined to wallow in their bathtubs full of fret, playing
with their pillars of pessimism.
Nary a smile amongst them.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. There is more and more bad news being
reported and it's harder and harder to avoid it. Unless we force everyone to
hand in their phone at the check-in desk there's no way of helping them
disconnect. Although I dearly wish there was...
RC 7-10-25
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