Which was the longest weekend ever. All weekend long. No idea what to expect for business, hopes for it to be quieter were thwarted, they came and they came and they came, without respite - and you're forever cleaning other peoples tables, washing others dishes, and rolling cutlery late into the night.
And then - finally, late on Sunday night - we've taken to closing Monday/Tuesday - we're done.
Bloody hell, every summer manages to be longer than the last.
But, there's a saving grace, the "Year End" party is running still, until Monday, and so I round up a couple of survivors and we head off to the rave.
And a merry time is had by all, until the next morning when I'm off on other adventures...