Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Bishopsworth ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day at the shop on Church Road. But nah, life had other plans, right?
First off, I’m runnin’ late. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! So I’m rushin’ through my flat, trippin’ over me own feet, spillin’ coffee everywhere. I finally get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. The meat fridge? Yeah, it’s warmer than a sauna! I’m sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’ “Great, just what I need.”
So I’m tryin’ to fix that mess when in walks Mrs. Jenkins from the end of St. Peter’s Road. She’s a regular, bless her heart, but she’s got a knack for askin’ the most ridiculous questions. “Do you have any organic chicken?” she says. I’m like, “Lady, this is Bishopsworth, not Whole Foods!” But I smile, ‘cause you gotta keep the customers happy, right?
Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about how he saw a fox on the way to the shop. A fox! In the middle of the day! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A bear?” But it’s Dave, so I just nod along, tryin’ to keep me focus on the meat.
Around noon, things start to pick up. The sun’s out, and folks are out and about. I’m slicin’ and dicing, and the smell of fresh sausages fills the air. It’s a good vibe, ya know? But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of kids from the primary school on Bishopsworth Road, screamin’ and runnin’ around like they’re on a sugar high. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are wild, man.
But then, I see it. A dog. A big ol’ Labrador, just chillin’ in the middle of the road. Cars are honkin’, and the poor thing looks confused. I’m thinkin’, “Someone’s gotta save that pup!” So I dash out, apron and all, and try to coax it over. It’s like a scene from a movie, me in my butcher gear, tryin’ to save the day. Finally, I get it to move, and the owner comes runnin’ up, all flustered. Turns out, it’s Mrs. Thompson from the corner of Bishopsworth Road. She’s grateful, but I’m just relieved I didn’t get run over.
After that little adventure, I head back inside, and the shop’s packed. I’m servin’ up meat like a machine. But then, I get a call from my mum. She’s in a tizzy ‘cause she forgot her shopping list. I’m like, “Mum, you’ve been doin’ this for years! How do you forget?” But I can’t be mad. She’s my mum, after all.
By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I close up the shop, and as I’m walkin’ home down the High Street, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Bishopsworth is a small place, but it’s full of life. The people, the stories, the unexpected moments. It’s what makes this job worth it.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Bishopsworth. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!