A week of onions and roses

It’s been an onions and roses kind of week.

Some things have been lovely, others not so much. Read on, dear reader and discover more about the week that has been mine, wonder about my fortitude and resolve, my ability to keep going in the face of adversity and yet still find time to be gracious… rather than knock someone’s block off!

It’s been a busy few days. We have had far too many guests and not enough staff so it’s fair to say we have been run off our feet.

The staff we have had have driven us to distraction.  One wonders how many times one has to repeat the same training and how many different methods of learning one has to try before one either kills the trainee or fires her. She knows how to make beds, I mean, it’s not rocket science, is it? She’s made many a bed under Lashes’ supervision and on her own. For that reason I was a bit surprised when I walked (ran) past one of our guest rooms to see a sheet laid out on the bed ready to tuck in and find the same sheet in the same state ten minutes later,  with the trainee on her hands and knees looking as if she was going to cry. Being at the point of wanting to kill I thought it might be better if  I hollered down the stairs to Lashes. “Come and give Denise a hand, she’s clearly struggling with this bed.”

“What’s going on with this bed then?” “I can’t tuck the sheet in, it keeps bending my nails back.”

What the actual feck?!?

Let’s not even mention out latest member of staff ‘Creeping Jesus.’ She keeps sneaking up behind me. I’m going to have a heart attack soon. This one makes me wonder how slowly a person can move and still actually be moving. It’s painful.

So between the staff we have and the staff we have been interviewing and the staff we have offered the job to who haven’t turned up for the job it’s been an interesting week over the bank holiday and half term.

So between staff not turning up, cock and bull stories, outright lies and being full to the gunnels. It’s been a laugh a minute.  Tell me again why I wanted to be a hotelier? Why do people even come for the interview if they don’t want the job?  We had a woman come for a  job and then tell us she’s 25 weeks pregnant and it will be too heavy for her. Why bloody apply then? Gggrrrrrrr. I could go on with these tales but I won’t.

Instead I will give you a nice little series of pictures to look at.

Munki decided to be safe and wear her cycling helmet under her headphones while she was sitting at her desk, eating her breakfast and watching Youtube. So many things wrong on so many levels in this one image. I couldn’t help but laugh, she didn’t find it funny when I took her photo.

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The swans had babies!

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We had some gorgeous sunsets.

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Douggie liked the flowers, the gardeners didn’t like Douggie.

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My plant had babies! So did my niece, yesterday.

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A cruise ship came in. How exciting! Not as exciting as being a passenger on one but it’ll do…for now.

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We celebrated the royal wedding with a suitably grand afternoon tea with prosecco.

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A seal decided to join a swimmer for his afternoon dip. It was amazing to watch them interact with each other.

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Sea mist through the trees.

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It was hot – I melted.

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The beaches were busy. This was one of the dog friendly beaches. How lovely to watch, kids, dogs, families and everything in between all having a lovely time. The dog unfriendly beaches were even busier. Not sure I’d have enjoyed that.

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How I love a good air show.  We managed to get down to watch for a while. I love the Red Arrows, watching them makes me all patriotic and just a bit teary.

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Boofuls imagining himself as a wing walker.

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Our vantage point away from the crowds. We will be right in the crowds tomorrow. Can’t wait!

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Not a bad old view, eh?

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Did I tell you Lashes has a new hobby?

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So.

 

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