Thursday, 14 May 2009

Mr and Mrs H

At a low, battered by people for whom we cannot do enough,  regardless of how hard we try, we suddenly get several lovely customers. Amongst these are a couple, with combined years of more than 150, who follow my blog and seem to have the fitness of people a fraction of their age. After staying with us for several days, working their way through the menu and everyday walking a respectable distance to dispose of the calories,  it finally came time for them to depart. The sadness of them leaving is offset by the knowledge that they too would have liked to have stayed longer. 

Around Bank Holiday time this business can get a little tiresome.  When we get two so close together, retaining sanity gets nearly impossible1. It's been a tough couple of weeks. A late Easter crams a significant part of the season into a small stretch of time. Recession concerns have resulted in a reduced staff team by design leaving no contingency, when someone leaves, it takes time to refill that roll2. So, with blog postings looking like they might portray too much negativity, I haven't posted for a few days.

The presence of lovely people like Mr and Mrs H really do make everything worthwhile. Thank you both for the considerable contribution to regaining motivation, both for this blog and for real life. Happy birthday Mrs H and don't forget to treat Mr H on his birthday.

1OK, retaining sanity would require there to be the presence of some in the first place, but everything is relative. Besides, if I had an ounce of sanity I wouldn't have given up my perfectly good job to run this place anyway.


2Thankfully, we have some teenagers, masquerading as human beings, who apparently are descended from either Ann or I. They can actually be useful, that is when they are not avoiding real work, with the excuse of homework, to play drums, guitar or PlayStation. When put in front of customers they suddenly appear to be adults and convince the public they are much older and more responsible than they really are.

7 comments:

Brewers Union Local 180 said...

RE: "given up my perfectly good job"

I periodically recall that I made $85K a year and had benefits and paid vacations and health insurance. I would never have experienced the archetypical Mr. and Mrs. H, though, and I now get free, fresh, real ale all the time.

Think about that desk at Sellafield...

Woolpack Dave said...

No! Do NOT make me think about that desk. I'd rather spend 8 hours a day in the VOID.

Velky Al said...

In the void? With the Daleks and Cybermen, and the occasional flying by Rose Tyler? Sorry, been on a Doctor Who jag this week...

Brewers Union Local 180 said...

Nawww. The VOID's a friendly place. The colors of the wires are all wrong, and the junction boxes are peculiarly round, and if you put too much weight in the wrong spot you end up crashing through the ceiling and crushing Alan the Barkeep.

Nevertheless, a friendly place indeed.

Velky Al said...

Never a good idea to crush the man charged with giving you your next pint. Are you sure you couldn't get a Dalek in there though?

Woolpack Dave said...

Not a good idea to crush the best Barman we've got.....despite his fanaticism for Manchester United.

...no, Daleks would not fit in there. Ted has a struggle and since my knee trouble I'm not so good either. Daleks are definitely not agile enough.

Mind you, mouse sized one's..mmm. EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATEThe colours, spelt correctly, are also correct. Don't forget we've got EU harmonisation now....

Velky Al said...

by that definition you could probably get a whole legion of David Tennant's in there - I am sure that guy has to run around in the shower to get wet.