Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a machine milking operator ain’t just about cows and machines. Nah, it’s a whole rollercoaster of emotions, especially in Churchdown. So, let’s dive in.
Woke up early, like 5 AM early. The sun was barely up, and I was already dragging my feet. I live on Churchdown Lane, and lemme tell ya, it’s a quiet street. Too quiet sometimes. I mean, you could hear a pin drop. But today? Today was different.
First off, I get to the milking shed, right? And the machine’s acting up. Typical! I’m there, wrestling with the thing like it’s a wild bull. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath. “Come on, you piece of junk!” I’m practically yelling at it. The cows are looking at me like, “Dude, chill.” But I can’t chill when I’m late for my first batch.
Finally, I get it sorted. Just in time too! The cows are all lined up, mooing like they’re in a concert. I swear, they have their own personalities. There’s Daisy, the diva, always trying to push her way to the front. And then there’s Bessie, who’s just there for the snacks. Classic Bessie.
So, I’m milking away, and then boom! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, holding onto a cow’s udder like it’s a lifeline. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna be the guy who milks cows in the dark.” I can hear the cows getting restless. It’s like they know I’m panicking.
After what felt like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car accident on Churchdown Road. Some bloke in a flashy car just smashed into a lamppost. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
I run over to see if everyone’s okay. Turns out, the driver’s fine, just a bit shaken. But the car? Total wreck. I mean, it was a nice car too. I felt bad for the guy. He looked like he just lost his best mate. I tried to lighten the mood, “Hey mate, at least you won’t have to wash it anymore!” He didn’t laugh. Tough crowd.
After that, I head to the local shop on Churchdown Village. I’m starving, right? I grab a bacon sarnie and a cuppa. Best decision ever! The lady behind the counter, bless her, she’s always got a smile. “You look like you’ve had a day!” she says. I just nod, trying not to spill my tea everywhere.
Then, I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this ghost he saw near the Churchdown Park. I’m like, “Dude, you’ve been watching too many horror films.” But he’s dead serious. “Nah, man, I swear! It was floating!” I just roll my eyes. Classic Dave.
By the time I get home, I’m knackered. I flop onto the couch, thinking about the day. It was a mix of chaos and laughter. I mean, who else can say they milked cows, witnessed a car crash, and chatted with a ghost in one day? Only in Churchdown, right?
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Churchdown’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.