down by the sea…
And from the unmitigated chaos of Monday to the relative calm of yesterday, thanks largely to the standard of enquiries being the most peculiar I have ever encountered in Jersey, and I can only assume that (sadly) the timewasters who were previously spending their ample free time on alternative noble pursuits (ordering taxis and pizzas for non-existent addresses, phoning the pub to ask for Mike Hunt (or Mark Hunt, for those readers north of the border) hoax calls to the fire brigade and so forth) have discovered a new toy in Adultwork (beloved of the timewasters of the remainder of the UK since time immemorial, but then Jersey’s a laid back sort of place).
From the gentleman with whom conversing on the phone was like trying to make sense out of someone who has recently sustained a fairly nasty head injury, to the youngster (bless) almost apoplectic with righteous indignation when I requested that he resend his email enquiry a little more politely and preferably in the sort of written English that people other than himself could understand (I could barely even read it) and with every possible permutation of AW-numpty inbetween I threw in the towel, had a hot bath, and went for a calming walk on the beach instead. Bliss.
Thankfully there were still the requisite number of charming punters who felt able to make polite and concise enquiries (thus getting bookings and having a lovely time in the nudie rudie as a result; read and learn, idiot boy) to give the whole thing some perspective, and after some fresh air and the usual bed picnic lunch I decided to write off the remainder of the day and yes, get on with some more pictures – yay! Fast forward to a much chillier start this morning, a brief jaunt in what at first glance appeared to be a toy plane and back to lovely Guernsey (and if Jersey is laid back, Guernsey has fallen off altogether) and here I am – tomorrow is looking busy-busy as ever, and having caught up with a couple of old acquaintances from last time I am looking forward to seeing a couple more over the next 24 hours or so. It does mean yet another visit without getting time to look round, but the weather is not exactly conducive and in the absence of a beach within ten minutes or so indoor entertainment will be as usual the order of the day, and rightly so.
Moving on, the all too brief London pit stop is virtually booked up bar the early bird slot on Saturday morning, and I will finally be heading for home for the first time in eleven days on Saturday afternoon to my own bed, ecstatic fishes and a (not unreasonably) nervous looking washing machine; needless to say I am planning a few days off, but advance appointments are welcome and I’m saving the real R&R for Champneys the week after…
In the meantime, keep an eye out for more of these! Update soon.
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