posted on Aug, 29 2020 @ 11:42 AM
Sunday August 30th
On Friday night we went up to the staff bar, where we met Tom McKenna, to the Continental, then up to the Stuart where Charlie did some dancing.
Afterwards Tom came back to our chalet for some cheese and biscuits.
Saturday morning, when some people came in for early breakfast and others had left already, was long but without a rush. At lunchtime, we only had
about eight families in. From this week, in fact, most of the other side of the barrier has been taken over for the use of full campers, now that
parts of the main dining-room have been closed down. I was caught on the hop when I was suddenly asked for twenty-four milk jugs for putting out on
those tables. Anticipating a quiet time, I had thought myself over-cautious in preparing that many for our own use. At a quarter to two, Margaret came
to me as well as to Tom McKenna and said “Go off the now and come back at ten to four.” I heard afterwards from Charlie that he had objected to
her abrupt manner and refused. I took
Charlie’s key and went to the Chalet Office, where they told me to come back in an hour. When I returned the girl said their machine had broken, but
Personnel now had a key for me. So I went up there and took charge of it, finally handing in ZH21 (and recovering my freedom of movement).
On my return to the Grosvenor, several waiters were standing watching and unsure what to do while Margaret organised the entry of a very large day
party, which occupied the whole place apart from one row. Once they were all in, most of the dining-hall people, who are used to that side of the job,
found things to do in getting them served. Finally Anne told me to go to the far end and pick up the first empty dishes I could find, something I knew
how to do and did for all I was worth. When everything was cleared and ready for today, we went home.
When we were all in the chalet not long back from work, a Security man came to the door and said that a complaint had been lodged about this chalet
and if it happened again we would have to pack our bags and go. Charlie demanded details of the complaint. He said there had been a lot of noise the
previous night and bottles had been heard (there was only Tom, and not a bottle has been in the chalet while I’ve been there). Charlie demanded to
know who had lodged the complaint. The man said he lodged it himself; he had been in the next chalet that night and heard these things, and if it
happened again that night we would all be out. I could hardly believe it was really happening. Charlie told him what he thought of him, and the man
kept saying “Well, that’s the situation”, as if it was not his decision and he was only carrying out orders from above. Charlie’s comments
afterwards (to put it briefly) were a)the complaint had really come from the woman next door, who was a mental case and a corrupted old bitch, b) that
the man had been corrupted by her and put up to do this, c) and should not have been in her chalet in the first place, d)it was laughable to have as
Security a man who could hardly get his breath, e) who was never there when there really was noise. John went up to see the Head Security man, who
said the complaint did come from the woman and we should forget about it. They had had the same trouble from her in other chalet lines.
At about eight o’clock I looked in at the swimming pool, the Continental, and the Stuart, which all seemed deserted. No girls in white bikinis in
any of them. So I made a split-second decision to go into Ayr after all, fortunately catching a bus at the top of the hill. I walked around, had a
drink and some fish and chips, caught the bus back, looked in at the Stuart which was still rather empty, and then back to the chalet.
Twice today at breakfast, and twice again at lunch, the four waiters serving the full campers on the far side of the barrier demanded six teapots each
immediately. They did not want milk jugs, just to have their own larger jugs filled. I thought it a great achievement that by the time they were
serving their second lunch sitting I had trained them to bring their used teapots back to me instead of leaving them at the far end. Colin said
afterwards that this should not be happening, that the dining-hall were nothing to do with us, and tomorrow, when I take my day off, he will do the
tea himself and tell them they aren’t getting any. To be honest, though, the way things happened was logical enough. That is the only tea-urn on our
side of the aisle, and I was the only person working on it. They could have someone of their own doing it, but the brief spurts of work would hardly
justify a full-time person.