Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a machinist, right? Just your average bloke, but today was anything but average. I woke up in my flat on King Street, the sun was shining, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down to the bus stop on Lammas Street, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, really late. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to work. But nah, I’m not that fit. So, I’m fuming, right? I mean, it’s Carmarthen, not London. How hard can it be to get a bus on time?
Finally, the bus rolls up, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and it smells like a mix of chips and wet dog. Lovely. I’m crammed in there, trying not to breathe too deep, when this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s going on about the history of Carmarthen Castle. I’m like, “Mate, I’m just trying to survive this bus ride.” But he’s relentless. Apparently, Carmarthen’s got some serious history. Romans, Normans, you name it. I’m half-listening, half-dreaming of a pint at The Old Market Tavern.
I get to work, finally, and it’s chaos. Machines are acting up, and I’m the only machinist in the shop. Great. I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to fix this lathe that’s making a noise like a cat in a blender. I’m sweating bullets, and my boss, Mr. Jenkins, is breathing down my neck. “Hurry up, lad!” he barks. I’m like, “Yeah, no pressure or anything.”
Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, I spill a whole can of oil on the floor. It’s like a scene from a slapstick comedy. I’m slipping and sliding, trying to clean it up, and of course, I fall right on my backside. I hear a few snickers from the lads. Brilliant. Just what I needed.
But then, outta nowhere, my mate Tom shows up with a surprise. He’s got a box of pasties from the bakery on Water Street. I’m telling ya, those things are life. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Suddenly, I’m not so mad anymore. We’re laughing, joking, and for a moment, I forget about the chaos.
After work, I decide to take a stroll down the River Towy. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s setting, and the water’s glistening. I’m feeling all philosophical, thinking about life and stuff. Then I see this family having a picnic on the bank. They’ve got a full spread—sandwiches, crisps, the works. I’m like, “Why didn’t I think of that?”
But then, I spot a seagull eyeing their food. I’m talking full-on predator mode. This bird swoops in and snatches a sandwich right outta the kid’s hand. The kid starts crying, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s tragic, but come on! Seagulls are savage in Carmarthen.
As I’m walking back, I pass by the Carmarthen Market. It’s buzzing with life. I love that place. Fresh produce, local crafts, and the smell of baked goods wafting through the air. I grab a couple of apples and a loaf of bread. Gotta eat healthy, right?
By the time I get home, I’m knackered. I flop onto my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From the bus ride to the chaos at work, to the pasties and the seagull drama. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Carmarthen’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in this little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.