Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Bearsden, right? You know, that posh little suburb just outside Glasgow. I’m a Torcador, which is basically a fancy way of saying I twist and turn stuff for a living. Sounds cool, huh? But today? Today was a whole different level of madness.
First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and it’s like 7 AM. I’m bleary-eyed, and my hair’s a total mess. I grab a quick cuppa from the kitchen, and I’m out the door. I live near the Bearsden Cross, so I’m strutting down the street, feeling all fancy. But then, bam! I trip over a bloody pothole on Drymen Road. Like, come on, Bearsden! Fix your roads! I’m not trying to break my neck before breakfast.
Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on Milngavie Road, and let me tell ya, it’s a right pain in the backside. The client is this old bloke, Mr. McGregor. He’s a proper character, always moaning about something. Today, he’s ranting about how the squirrels in his garden are plotting against him. I mean, mate, it’s just squirrels! Chill out! But I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Mr. McGregor, they’re not after your biscuits, I promise!”
So, I’m working away, twisting and turning, and then it starts to rain. Typical Scottish weather, right? I’m soaked, and my tools are slipping all over the place. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why do I even do this?” But then, outta nowhere, this wee kid comes running by, splashing in puddles. He’s laughing his head off, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, don’t they? Makes you forget the rubbish for a bit.
After the job, I decide to grab some grub. I head over to the Bearsden Bistro on the corner of Kilmardinny Avenue. Best sarnies in town, no joke. I order a bacon butty, and while I’m waiting, I spot this old mate from school. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his new job. Apparently, he’s working in some tech startup. I’m like, “Mate, you’re gonna be a millionaire!” But he’s all modest, saying it’s just a gig. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right! You’ll be rolling in it soon!”
Then, just as I’m about to dig into my butty, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister, and she’s in a total panic. “You need to come to the park!” she texts. I’m like, “What’s happened now?” Turns out, she’s lost her dog, Bella. I’m outta the bistro faster than you can say “Bearsden!” I sprint over to the park on Bearsden Road, and it’s chaos. People are looking for Bella, and I’m thinking, “This is just great.”
I start calling her name, “Bella! Bella!” And then, I hear this bark. I follow the sound, and there she is, wagging her tail like a mad thing. I scoop her up, and my sister is over the moon. I’m like, “You owe me a pint for this!” We’re all laughing, and it feels good. Like, really good.
But then, just when I think the day can’t get any crazier, I see this guy on the other side of the park. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m not even kidding! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “What the actual heck?” He drops one, and it goes flying into a bush. Everyone gasps, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. Only in Bearsden, right?
Finally, I head home, and I’m knackered. I plop down on the couch, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From potholes to squirrels, to lost dogs and flaming torches. Bearsden, you’ve got my heart racing! I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here I am, just a Torcador in Bearsden, living the dream. What a day!