I am, as I type this, ensconced in one of our trio of hotels, wrapped up in many layers as an engineer works on the heating – which decided to die only a week after we had flung open our doors. We have also had to deal with non-functioning card machines, missing keys, bar stools with minds of their own, generous layers of snow, lorries that keep getting stuck in mud, waste disposal companies that seem to not want to dispose of waste, pidgeons living in one of our cellars (yes they are now evicted, but not until they had viciously attacked me and chased me around said dark cellar. Which wouldn’t have been so bloody dark had our ops manager not decided to run away screaming with the torch – thank you Mark!).
All-in-all this whole new adventure has certainly thrown some weird and wonderful challenges our way. Yet the biggest one has to be my aching ribs. I have laughed more in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life!
Take today, for instance, I have a meeting with local business people to introduce my newest baby – a boutique hotel that has been left to languish. I need to look fairly polished but approachable, so decided to go with Winter style pale colours and soft layers.
I’m quite pleased with the look; I do love bright colours but I think I might be going soft in my old age 😉
Now if only I can defrost my fingers enough to shake hands, the day has the potential to be a success. Wish me luck!