Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it all. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Church Street, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had a client booked at The Poachers Inn. Lovely place, but I was running late. Typical me, right? I spilled coffee on my favorite shirt. Ugh! It was a total disaster. I mean, who even drinks coffee while getting ready? Me, apparently.
So, I dashed outta my flat, sprinting down the cobbled streets of Bollington. You know, those cute little streets like Palmerston Street and the one with the weird name—Ingersley Road? Yeah, that one. I was dodging people like I was in some sort of obstacle course.
Finally, I made it to The Poachers. My client, Sarah, was already there, looking fab. But then, she dropped the bomb. “I want a complete makeover!” she said. I was like, “Girl, you’re already stunning!” But she insisted. So, we went for it. Hair, makeup, the whole shebang.
While I was working my magic, I noticed this guy outside. He was just standing there, staring at the window. Super creepy, right? I thought he was gonna break in or something. Turns out, he was just waiting for his mate. Classic Bollington, I guess.
Anyway, Sarah loved her new look! She was glowing, and I felt like a rockstar. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm went off! Like, seriously? In the middle of my styling session? We all had to evacuate. I was fuming!
Outside, it was chaos. People were milling about, and I spotted my mate, Tom, from the local bar. He was cracking jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “Only in Bollington, eh?” he said. I couldn’t help but laugh.
After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I headed to the park on the edge of town. It’s called Bollington Green, and it’s super pretty. I needed to chill after that madness. I plopped down on a bench, just breathing.
But then, I saw this adorable dog running around. I mean, it was the cutest thing ever! I started chatting with its owner, who turned out to be a fellow stylist. What are the odds? We exchanged tips and tricks, and I felt like I was in some sort of stylist convention.
Later, I decided to grab a bite at the local café, The Coffee Pot. Best sarnies in town, no joke. I ordered a bacon butty, and it was heavenly. But then, I overheard this couple arguing about something ridiculous. Like, who left the milk out? I mean, come on!
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. My head was spinning with all the craziness. I plopped down on my couch, thinking about how wild Bollington can be. One minute you’re styling hair, the next you’re dodging fire alarms and chatting with dog owners.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and chaos. Just another day in Bollington, I guess! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.