Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian, right? You’d think it’s all quiet and books, but nah, not today.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs, tripping over my cat, Mr. Whiskers. He’s judging me hard. Like, dude, I’m the one who feeds you! Anyway, I grab a cuppa from the kitchen, spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right?
So, I finally make it to the library on Bodmin’s Fore Street. It’s a lovely old building, all stone and history. But today? It was chaos. I walk in, and there’s a bunch of kids running around like they’re on a sugar high. I mean, chill out, it’s just a library!
Then, outta nowhere, Mrs. Jenkins storms in. She’s the sweetest old lady, but today? She’s fuming. Apparently, someone borrowed her favorite Agatha Christie and didn’t return it. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s on a roll. “I need my Poirot fix!” she shouts. I’m like, “I get it, Mrs. J, but let’s not start a riot over a book!”
After that, I head to the back to sort some donations. Found a dusty old tome about Bodmin’s history. It’s got all these cool bits about the Bodmin Moor and the old railway. I’m getting lost in it, thinking about how this place used to be a bustling market town. Then, bam! The fire alarm goes off.
I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s rushing out. I grab the book and run. Priorities, right? We all gather outside on the grass by the Bodmin Town Hall. It’s a nice day, but I’m still fuming. Turns out it was just a drill. A DRILL! I could’ve been reading about the old Bodmin Jail instead of standing here like a lemon.
Finally, we get back inside, and I’m trying to get back to normal. But then, this guy walks in. He’s got a massive backpack and looks like he’s just come from a trek on the moor. He’s all muddy and sweaty, and I’m thinking, “Dude, this is a library, not a campsite!” But he’s super nice and asks about local trails. I end up chatting with him about the Camel Trail. It’s a great spot for cycling, by the way.
Then, just when I think it’s calming down, the power goes out. Like, what is happening today? I’m fumbling around for the emergency lights, and the kids are giggling. I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m also laughing. It’s just so ridiculous.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home down the narrow lanes of Bodmin, thinking about how wild today was. I pass by the old church on St. Thomas’ Street. It’s beautiful, all lit up in the evening. Makes you appreciate the little things, y’know?
I finally get home, and Mr. Whiskers is waiting. He gives me that look like, “You’re late, human.” I plop down on the couch, still buzzing from the day. I think about how Bodmin is full of surprises. It’s not just a town; it’s a whole vibe.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!