My, by now, usual finish of 12.30, + an afternoon of writing this up by the tent. Never mond, I’m nearly up to date now… for another day or 2, anyway. When we arrived at the Cascade, panic + mayhem, as Mike had rung in sick, so Julia had been dragged in on her day off. + absolutely nothing was ready. Fortunately it was a very quiet night all round. Just about all I had to do was entertain a 6-year old boy who was becoming very restless. Then, at just before 9, just when I was ready to close up shop, a group of 4 walked in. What made things far worse was that they were right pains in the neck. They’d had a really terrific time last year, apparently, with a band in the place etc, + were clearly disappointed to be the only ones in a dead+ dull dining room. With the result that they were drunk + abusive, in a joking manner, but enough to give both Val + I a hard time. And they didn’t leave till very late. Which was a pain.
More of the minutiae of trials and tribulations of working for the public. All very trivial in retrospect, but that was all we had to focus on.
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