Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Ashton-in-Makerfield, right? You know, that little gem in Greater Manchester. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I step outta my flat on Wigan Road, and it’s pouring. Like, proper British weather, ya know? I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I swear, I almost slipped on a banana peel. No joke!
So, I’m on my way to the office, right? I work at this marketing firm near the Ashton Moss. I’m hustling down the streets, past the old St. John’s Church. It’s a nice spot, but today? It looked like a scene from a horror flick. Dark clouds, creepy vibes. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
I finally get to work, and my boss, Dave, is already in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Turns out, we’ve got this big client meeting today. And guess who forgot to prep the presentation? Yep, yours truly. I’m sweating bullets, man. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just Ashton-in-Makerfield, not the end of the world!”
But then, outta nowhere, my mate Sam bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he saw a fox chilling by the old railway station. A fox! In the middle of the day! I mean, we’re in Ashton, not the bloody countryside. I’m cracking up, and for a sec, I forget about the meeting.
Fast forward to the meeting. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I’m fumbling through slides, and my hands are shaking. But then, I make a joke about the fox. The clients laugh! I’m like, “Wow, maybe I should do stand-up instead.”
After the meeting, I’m feeling on top of the world. I stroll down to the Ashton Market. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, street food, and all that good stuff. I grab a pie from this little stall on Market Street. Best pie ever! I’m talking flaky crust, juicy filling. I could’ve eaten ten of ‘em.
But then, I see this guy. He’s shouting about something. Turns out, he’s protesting about the new housing development on the old golf course. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a few houses.” But he’s all fired up, waving his arms around. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a sitcom.
Later, I head to the park on the corner of Park Road. I just wanna chill, ya know? But there’s a bunch of kids playing football, and they’re kicking the ball everywhere. One kid nails me right in the shin. I’m hopping around like a madman, cursing under my breath. “Thanks, mate! Just what I needed!”
As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From the rain to the fox to the pie. Ashton-in-Makerfield, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.
I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a lifetime supply of those pies. But that’s it!