Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine, making fur coats and hats. Anyway, I woke up in Brecon, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m walking down High Street, and it’s like, 8 AM. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already dodging tourists. Like, can’t a guy just get his morning coffee in peace? I swing by the café on the corner, you know, the one with the weird name—The Brecon Beaker or something. I order my usual, a flat white, and the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”
So, I’m fuming, right? But then I see this cute dog outside. A golden retriever, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m smiling now, thinking, “At least someone’s having a good day.” I pet the dog, and it’s like therapy. But then, the owner comes out, and I swear, she’s got this massive fur coat on. I’m like, “Lady, I make those!” But she just gives me a look like I’m some weirdo. Rude!
After that, I head to my shop on Castle Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I open the door, and BAM! The smell of leather hits me. It’s like a warm hug. I start working on this custom order for a client. They wanted a fox fur coat. I’m thinking, “Do they even know how much that costs?” But whatever, I’m in the zone, sewing away.
Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened at the market!” I’m all ears. Apparently, he saw a goat just chilling in the middle of the street on The Watton. Like, who lets their goat roam free? I’m cracking up, picturing this goat just living its best life while people are trying to get to the shops.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from a client. They’re freaking out about their order. “Where’s my coat?” they say. I’m like, “Chill, it’s coming!” But they’re not having it. I’m getting stressed, and my sewing machine starts acting up. It’s like it knows I’m in a panic. I’m yelling at it, “C’mon, don’t fail me now!”
Finally, I manage to finish the coat. It’s gorgeous, if I do say so myself. I wrap it up and head to the client’s place on The Struet. I’m nervous, though. What if they hate it? I knock on the door, and they open it, looking all skeptical. But then, they see the coat, and their face lights up. “Oh my god, it’s perfect!” I’m like, “Phew, saved by the fur!”
On my way back, I decide to take a stroll by the Brecon Canal. It’s so peaceful there. I see some ducks, and I’m thinking, “Man, I need to chill more.” But then, I spot a group of kids throwing bread at the ducks. I’m like, “Hey, that’s not cool!” But they just laugh at me. Kids these days, right?
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Brecon’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I love the mix of old and new, the cobbled streets, and the friendly faces. Even the weird stuff, like goats in the street, makes it special.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Brecon, where the unexpected is the norm, and I’m just trying to keep up!