Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a psychologist, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in my little flat on Gisburn Road, thinking it’d be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I had a client scheduled at 10 AM. This guy, let’s call him Dave, he’s been struggling with anxiety. So, I’m all set up, ready to help him out. But guess what? He’s late. Like, really late. I’m pacing around, looking out the window, thinking, “Is he stuck in traffic on the A682 or what?” Turns out, he got lost. In Barrowford. I mean, it’s not that big! Just follow the signs, mate!
Finally, he shows up, looking like he’s just run a marathon. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” And he’s all flustered, saying he took a wrong turn on Colne Road. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! It’s not like we’re in London or something. Anyway, we dive into the session, and he starts opening up about his fears. I’m feeling all the feels, you know? It’s like, I’m here to help, but man, it’s heavy stuff.
After that, I needed a breather. So, I decided to stroll down to the park on the edge of Barrowford. You know, the one by the River Pendle? It’s actually pretty nice. I’m walking, and suddenly, I see this little kid chasing a dog. The dog’s like, “Catch me if you can!” and the kid’s just giggling. It’s pure joy, man. I’m standing there, grinning like an idiot.
But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke on a bike zooms past me. I swear, he nearly knocked me over! I’m like, “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He just shouts back, “It’s a free country!” I mean, yeah, but come on! I’m not a traffic cone!
So, I’m back to my flat, trying to chill. But then I get a call from my mate, Sarah. She’s in a bit of a pickle. Apparently, her car broke down on the way to the shops on the main street. I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t have picked a worse time?” But I can’t leave her hanging, so I hop in my car and head over.
Driving through Barrowford, I’m reminded of how quaint it is. The old buildings, the little shops, and the pubs. I pass The Pendle Inn, and I’m like, “Man, I could use a pint right now.” But no time for that. Sarah needs me!
When I get there, she’s standing by her car, looking all stressed. I’m like, “What’s the damage?” Turns out, it’s just a flat tire. I’m no mechanic, but I can handle a spare. So, we get to work, and while I’m changing the tire, we’re cracking jokes. I’m like, “If I had a quid for every time I’ve changed a tire…” and she’s like, “You’d be rich enough to hire someone!”
Finally, we get it sorted, and she’s all grateful. I’m like, “No worries, just don’t call me next time you’re in a jam!” But deep down, I’m glad I could help.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From anxiety sessions to flat tires, Barrowford really knows how to keep things interesting.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This little town, with its quirks and characters, it’s home. Even if it drives me a bit mad sometimes. Here’s to more crazy days in Barrowford! Cheers!