Continuing to limp towards summer shut down this Friday. Always a huge debate as to the merits of closing formally or letting people take random holidays. Have done a formal shut down for three years now and week before is always living hell. On top of work pressure, everyone – including myself – is tired, stressed and in a generally foul mood. Even the simplest thing seems impossible to achieve.
Had enormous list of where I wanted to be before shut down – personally and professionally. My house has taken upon itself to fall to bits this year, not aided by a slow leak from the washing machine spreading throughout the ground floor. In turn, this has now upset the electrics and this weekend my stereo chose to blow up…and am not civil without my music! Have been battling between disinterested builders and dicey insurance company whose final offer falls vastly short of real cost – they have a little wheeze going to make everyone use their buildings by slightly undercutting and not including VAT on payouts to anyone else; a practice which strikes me as extremely dicey.
Reality is starting to dawn on me that have failed to book holiday, house in total disarray and business way behind schedule in various areas, which means that I will be coming back in ten days with a ridiculously over-full diary, to live on a building site. Fun times – on top of which left hand says I am being thoroughly self pitying (and the little brute is probably right!).Related articlesIt’s panic stations for Jan Cavelle More red tape for businesses
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