Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Abergele is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the madness ahead. I live on Market Street, which is kinda cool, but also noisy as hell. You can hear the seagulls squawking like they own the place.
First thing, I grab a cuppa from that little café on the corner of Water Street. You know the one? The barista there, bless her, always messes up my order. Today, she hands me a flat white instead of my usual latte. I’m like, “What’s this? A flat disaster?” But whatever, I chug it down. I need the caffeine.
So, I head to the clinic, right? It’s on the other side of town, near the Abergele train station. I’m walking down the High Street, dodging tourists and their cameras. Seriously, why do they take pics of everything? “Oh look, a shop! Snap!” I mean, it’s just a shop, mate.
Anyway, I get to work, and it’s chaos. My boss, Mr. Jenkins, is already losing it. He’s pacing like a caged lion. “We’ve got a full schedule today!” he barks. I’m like, “Yeah, and I’m the one cutting bones, not juggling them!”
First patient walks in. Old bloke, probably in his 70s. He’s got a broken leg from tripping over his own feet. Classic. I’m trying to keep it light, ya know? “You should’ve seen it coming, mate!” He laughs, but I can tell he’s in pain. I get to work, and as I’m cutting, I’m thinking about how I should’ve brought my headphones. The clinic’s too quiet.
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “Seriously? Now?” Everyone’s scrambling. I’m half-done with this guy’s leg, and I’m thinking, “What if I just leave him here?” But nah, I can’t do that. So, I finish up quick, and we all head outside.
Turns out, it was a false alarm. Just some kid messing around with a toaster. I’m fuming. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” I shout. The old bloke chuckles, “At least I’m not the only one in a jam!”
After that, things calm down. I get back to work, and the next patient is a young girl with a broken wrist. She’s crying, and I’m like, “Hey, it’s not the end of the world!” I mean, I’ve seen worse. I tell her about the time I sliced my finger open while trying to impress a date. Spoiler: it didn’t work out.
By lunchtime, I’m starving. I pop over to the chip shop on Chapel Street. Best chips in Abergele, hands down. I order a portion, and the guy behind the counter gives me a cheeky grin. “You know you want the curry sauce!” I can’t resist. I’m drowning those chips in curry like it’s a swimming pool.
Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s at the beach, just chilling. “You should come down, mate! The waves are sick!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m stuck cutting bones!” But I’m tempted. Abergele’s beach is stunning, especially on a sunny day.
After work, I finally head to the beach. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I kick off my shoes and feel the sand between my toes. I see Dave and a few other mates. We’re laughing, joking, and I forget about the craziness of the day.
But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my chip! I’m like, “No way! That’s my dinner!” Everyone’s cracking up. I’m chasing this bird down the beach like a madman. It’s ridiculous.
Finally, I give up and sit down, laughing with my mates. “Well, that’s Abergele for ya,” I say. “One minute you’re cutting bones, the next you’re chasing seagulls.”
As the sun dips below the horizon, I realize, despite the madness, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Abergele’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next!