After some serious effort I am now fully installed in the pub although I am currently enjoying a weekend with friends before the final move. Heartfelt thanks, as always, to Andrew who worked like a trooper alongside me as we completed various loading and unloading of the hire van.
For those that are always want to know I can say that there is still not excitement as such. There is some trepidation and, of course, I will miss the people and the area that I live in, as I miss my colleagues. Mostly there is frustration with myself for not completing jobs at the rate at which I need to, I seem to be permanently chastising myself for poor performance at the moment. Moving my kit in just means that the bar looks full and untidy and that, once again, the job list is growing. I have no doubt that excitement will come and expect it to grow as opening day looms nearer.
I took the opportunity to visit Sandown for lunch during the move and it was interesting to see that Andrew was as devastated as me at the loss of Wight City, a local amusement/apartment/pub complex. It strikes me that when the government review the current ACV legislation which is supposed to protect ‘Assets of Community Value’ they wouldn’t go far wrong making funds available to people like us who fall in love with these old rough diamonds.
The stonemason explained that there was some delay installing quoins due to a void discovered behind one which he just couldn’t understand. Those that have ever been involved in a pub will appreciate that my answer was that it’s a pub, that one line acts a catch-all answer. It is nice to see some of the new stone going in and I also managed to remove the planters to make way for the new windbreaks which I have yet to arrange. I have yet to see the sign-writer who is now on the chase list for next week as I want to see the Plough & Barleycorn name back where it belongs. The plumber is set for Tuesday so it wont be long before I have some civility in the residential accommodation although there is the question as to why the shower/bath drains so slowly still to address.
The pub for her part continues to drive interest on both islands and, in so doing, reminds me that it is all on me to enable her and provide what is needed to let her trade successfully. Regardless of excitement I remain convinced that this was the right decision.
I spoke to a couple this weekend who asked me about the Island plans. I hadn’t seen them for a while and they wanted to know how I was progressing. I explained that my future had suffered from a postponement due to the accident and that I was still working through the fall out of that. When they asked “still the Isle of Wight” my response was an instant “yes”, for me it’s a question that requires no consideration or re evaluation it is just a given.
We chatted about different parts of the island and I noted that Ventnor, Shanklin and Totland all have current options. As we were talking I realised that there was no negative in the conversation, they had nothing but positive things to say, clearly they shared my love for all that is Wight. “Do you visit often?” I enquired only to hear that they had visited once last year. So enthusiastic were this couple that they viewed it as “better than Jersey”, high praise indeed!
The reassuring thing about this is that the island really is that enchanting, not just to me but to a whole host of people. It’s good to know that it’s not just my rose tinted glasses shaping my future. For me, walking along the road and stressing about the day, just thinking of the island makes me calmer. As I tread the slow path to resolution of the accident I constantly remind myself that I am working to my goal.
In other, more mundane, news I have spoken to Vodafone today who are sending me out a returns pack to send yet another handset back. Let me be clear here, there is nothing wrong with the handset but they are unable to network unlock it, essential if I am to leave their evil clutches. The director’s office, who now handle all of my complaints, have concluded that they need to “have a look” at my phone.
Despite being unconvinced I have agreed to send yet another handset back with one caveat. Should they have to exchange this handset they will unlock it before returning to me. This small victory took over an hour of nothing less than ranting to achieve. What I did observe of the director’s office is that they are socially equipped to deal with this, unlike their foreign call centre. They understand that they are in the wrong and that I am frustrated. I rant, they listen and at the end of the call we thank each other. Whilst it doesn’t help to resolve my situation in the least it is a relief not to be told it’s all my fault.
For other vodafone customers that cannot abide the terrible call centres the number you want is 08080 081
181 and it’s free from a vodafone handset.
My foolhardy injuries have been playing up a little this week but this morning I awoke relatively pain-free. I had to slowly rotate my left shoulder into action and coax the left wrist into the loud crack that indicates that it is serviceable, well at least by my standards, but that is just the morning routine. I shook righty into operation and rose, before setting the kettle on to boil. I was awake enough to use both hands with the kettle and not allow righty the opportunity to remind me that it was early.
And so it was that I entered the hotel bathroom feeling rather pleased with myself, naivety at best. Stepping forward to the mirror my left knee gave way and I crashed, always elbow first, into the sink. For those of you that don’t believe in Ms Nature I offer this as yet more proof, not only that she exists but that she is in league with our limbs. The conveniently timed knee failing can only be the work of the nefarious Ms Nature since from a mechanical point of view it should have failed when I first put weight on it. But where on earth does the human body conclude that, in the event of falling, an elbow is the appropriate means to arrest descent?
They do not call the ‘funny bone’ by that name for any reason of humour to the owner this bone is humorous only to a crowd. Throwing it at an immovable object to slow ones descent is like throwing gravel down in front of a child who has come out of his go-kart, in principle it will work but he would still rather that you didn’t bother. Following some rather unhappy comments sent regarding a recent post I should point out that I have nothing against the elbow, I find it all together an excellent device that solves a design problem, but it is not a parachute.
The elbow is simply not designed or intended for stopping a falling mass and only a vindictive force would use it for such a purpose. I will accept that the natural fall arrest system of the human body, the hands, is probably somewhat compromised in my case but my instincts don’t know that. Anyway it isn’t just me; every one of you reading this is recalling an incident of ‘funny bone’ collision and cringing. Next time that you crack your elbow on a hard edge, after you have done the obligatory funny dance, curse Ms Nature for her male
The walk to the station this morning rekindled my friendly jealousy of those that run our local businesses, the sun pouring over golden sands as I walked into a high street awakening and businesses preparing for the day reminded me of the community that I miss. It is easy to look at the local stores selling low value goods and struggling to make a living and justify traveling for work but it’s always much harder to see the negatives when its a glorious day in a peaceful seaside town. I think it’s healthy that my jealousy has returned, don’t misunderstand me it is not a nasty jealousy just a desire to be part of that local scene, I may still have some way to go but it shows that I remain committed to the end goal.
Thanks go out to my pal Joe Ortiz for reminding me that I will come ‘off pause’* and restart where I left of with renewed vigour and determination, the greatest asset that a man can have is good people who believe in him in that department I am truly wealthy. I was also delighted that Jerry took the time to tell me of the local opportunities, unfortunately the numbers don’t add up at the moment but I will keep a watching brief. There are two pubs in the village of Kirby and the well established competition has thrown the towel in against the refurbished and much-loved Ship, fantastic that people take the time to alert me to the opportunity. It is only a matter of time and I will continue to do all in my power to minimise the delay, I won’t rest until I have my pub and obviously I won’t be able to rest when I do have it.
Honourable mention today goes to Sean who I met in the hotel this afternoon, Sean looks remarkably well for a man who broke his collar-bone in a motorcycle accident 3 weeks ago. Sean’s accident was on the race track which he left with a neat fracture, the stubborn gene kicked in and ensured that by the time he had got home and booked into the local fracture clinic he had displaced the fracture so he is now a proud member of the metalwork club, welcome mate. I have ensured that Sean has enough anecdotes of my silliness, refusal to accept advice and spectacular recovery to defeat his wife’s demands that he takes it easy and listens to advice, the collarbone may not be as debilitating as the wrist but it’s still only Ms Nature and we can’t let her win. Top marks for getting a fracture clinic to provide a date when he will be fit enough to ride again, that must have been like asking a paramedic the best knot for a noose!
Motorcycles are not dangerous, they are not the cause of accidents, they are simply misrepresented on account of some of the injuries that they generate. The root cause of these accidents is not the vehicle but physics, any object decelerating over such short distances must abide by the rules of physics and yield to the applied forces.
*My FaceBook account was ‘The Ship’ then ‘Still Hunting’ and now ‘On Pause’ it’s my way of still being able to proclaim that I am not actually on FaceBook