GHT
I'll Lock Up
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My heart bleeds.
What I hate about the end of July is the end of summer. Of course it's not the end of summer, in the northern hemisphere, in this part of Europe, we are blessed with the north atlantic drift that warms our Island, so August is always deemed a summer month. But you know, our summer solstice was June 21st and that was six weeks ago, we shall indeed enjoy August, but at the end of it, is the last public holiday here in the UK before Christmas. Come September, we will see restaurants, hotels and various other eateries, all screaming at us to: "Book now for Christmas!" Whenever I see that, an old Anglo Saxon profanity swirls around my head. Being in logistics for most of my life, I'm quite used to the wholesale market pushing Christmas during the summer. And the retail market only being a few weeks behind. But it's so depressing, when covering a driver, to deliver a pallet of Christmas crackers into a department store, on the first of September, to be told, that every box on the pallet has already been sold! I'm tempted to say Merry Christmas, but flat-top wants the thread kept on track.
