Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I’m an archivist, right? You know, digging through dusty old boxes, finding gems of history. But today? Today was a whole different vibe.
Started off on Catford Broadway. I swear, it’s like the heart of the place. You got the Catford Cat statue, which is just... weird, but kinda cool? Like, who thought a giant cat would be a tourist attraction? Anyway, I’m there, grabbing my morning coffee from this little café on the corner of Catford Hill. The barista, bless her, spills half my latte. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she gives me a free muffin to make up for it. Sweet, right?
So, I’m munching on this muffin, feeling all good, when I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. “We need you to check the archives at the Catford Library.” I’m like, “Seriously? On a day like today?” But whatever, duty calls.
I hop on the bus down to Catford Road. The bus is packed, and I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. Classic Catford, right? But I’m just trying to zone out, thinking about the treasures I might find in the archives.
Finally, I get to the library. It’s this old building, kinda charming in a “I might get lost in here” way. I head to the archives, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. Old maps, letters, photos—everything’s just waiting to be discovered. I’m flipping through some old records when I find this letter from the 1800s. It’s about a local scandal involving a pub on Rushey Green. I’m like, “No way! This is gold!”
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” Everyone’s rushing out, and I’m just standing there, clutching this letter like it’s a winning lottery ticket. I finally bolt out, and we’re all gathered outside, waiting for the fire brigade.
While I’m waiting, I spot this guy trying to sell hot dogs. I mean, who’s gonna eat a hot dog when there’s a potential fire? But hey, it’s Catford, so why not? I grab one, and it’s surprisingly good. I’m munching away, chatting with some locals. They’re all like, “You work in the archives? That’s cool!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but today’s a circus!”
After what feels like forever, the fire brigade gives us the all-clear. I rush back in, and guess what? The letter’s still there! I’m like, “Phew!” But then I realize I’ve lost track of time. My boss is gonna kill me.
I dash back to the bus stop on Catford Hill, and of course, I miss the bus. Classic! So, I’m waiting, and this old lady starts chatting me up about the history of Catford. She’s telling me about the old cinema on Catford Road, how it used to be the place to be. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “I gotta get back!”
Finally, I catch a bus, and I’m practically hanging off the side. I get back to the office, and my boss is waiting. “You’re late!” she says. I’m like, “You won’t believe the day I had!” I tell her about the fire alarm, the letter, the hot dog. She just rolls her eyes.
But honestly, I wouldn’t trade today for anything. Catford’s got this crazy energy. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. I mean, where else can you have a fire alarm, a giant cat statue, and a hot dog stand all in one day?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Catford. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!