Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an archivist, right? You know, digging through dusty old boxes, finding treasures of the past. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I woke up in my flat on St. Andrew’s Street, feeling all groggy. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” Spoiler alert: it did. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Market Square. You know the one? The one with the weirdly cheerful barista who always tries to chat. I just want my caffeine fix, mate!
Anyway, I’m walking down the High Street, and I see this massive crowd. Turns out, there’s a street fair happening. I’m like, “Sweet! Free entertainment!” But then I remember I’m supposed to be at the archives. Ugh, adulting. So, I keep walking, but the smell of fried doughnuts is calling me. I mean, who can resist that?
I finally get to the archives on Church Street, and it’s dead quiet. Too quiet. I’m thinking, “Where is everyone?” Turns out, my boss decided to take a spontaneous day off. Great. Just me and a mountain of old documents. Joy.
I start sorting through stuff, and I find this old letter from the 1800s. It’s all about some scandal involving the local mayor. I’m like, “Whoa, Biggleswade had drama too?” I’m laughing to myself, picturing the townsfolk gossiping over tea. But then, I get a bit too into it, and I knock over a stack of boxes. Papers everywhere! I’m scrambling to pick them up, feeling like a total klutz.
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I grab my stuff and dash outside. The whole street is buzzing with people. I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I see my mate Dave from the pub. He’s laughing at me, of course. “Nice look, mate!” he shouts. Thanks, Dave. Just what I needed.
After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I head back inside. I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about how Biggleswade has changed over the years. The old railway station on Station Road, the new shops popping up, and the way the river runs through it all. It’s like a living history book.
But then, I get a call from my mum. She’s all panicky about some family drama. I’m like, “Mum, I’m in the middle of a historical crisis here!” But she doesn’t care. Classic mum. I end up spending half an hour listening to her rant about Auntie Sue’s cat. I mean, who cares about a cat?
Finally, I get back to work, and I’m on a roll. I find this amazing photo of Biggleswade from the 1920s. The old buildings, the people in their fancy clothes. It’s like stepping back in time. I’m grinning like an idiot. This is why I love my job!
But then, just as I’m about to wrap up, I spill my tea all over the documents. Nooooo! I’m freaking out, trying to save them. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why can’t I have one normal day?”
By the time I leave, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I stroll back through the High Street, and the street fair is still going. I can’t resist. I grab a doughnut and sit on a bench, watching the world go by. Kids are laughing, couples are dancing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in.
Biggleswade, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even on the worst days, you manage to surprise me. I head home, thinking about tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?