Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, not your typical job. But hey, someone’s gotta keep the fur game strong in Codsall!
So, I wake up this mornin’ in my flat on Station Road. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the pile of pelts I gotta work on. I grab a cuppa from the local café, The Codsall Kitchen. Best brekkie sarnies in town, no joke. I’m munchin’ away, and this bloke at the next table starts yappin’ about the weather. Like, mate, it’s England! It’s always gloomy!
Anyway, I head to my shop on Wolverhampton Road. It’s a cozy little place, but today? Ugh, chaos! I walk in, and there’s a customer already waitin’. She’s fumin’ about a coat I made. Apparently, her cat decided it was a scratching post. I mean, come on! It’s not my fault your cat’s a little monster!
So, I’m tryin’ to calm her down, right? But she’s not havin’ it. “This coat cost me a fortune!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s fur, not gold!” But I keep my cool. I offer her a discount on repairs. She softens a bit, but I can tell she’s still mad.
Then, just as I think I can breathe, my mate Dave pops in. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some new pub opening on the High Street. “You gotta check it out, mate! They’ve got craft beers!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’ve got a shop to run!” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Craft beers? Count me in!”
So, I’m back to work, and I get a call from a supplier. They messed up my order. No fox fur for the new collection! I’m fumin’! “You had one job!” I shout into the phone. I mean, how hard is it to deliver fur? It’s not like I’m askin’ for a unicorn!
By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starvin’. I dash over to the Codsall Village Hall for a quick bite. They’ve got this charity event goin’ on. I’m all for helping out, but I just want a sandwich! I end up buyin’ a raffle ticket. Who knows, maybe I’ll win a prize?
After lunch, I’m back at it. I’m sewing like a madman, and then—bam! I stab my finger with a needle. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. Blood on fur? Not a good look! I wrap it up, and just when I think I can catch a break, the door swings open.
It’s a couple of kids from the local school. They’re on a field trip, and they want to know about fur. I’m like, “You kids know this is a dying art, right?” But they’re fascinated. I show them some pelts, and they’re all wide-eyed. It’s kinda sweet, honestly.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop and head to that new pub Dave was raving about. It’s called The Codsall Tap. I walk in, and it’s packed! The vibe is electric. I grab a pint of that craft beer, and it’s like heaven in a glass.
I sit down, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day! From angry customers to curious kids, it’s all part of the furrier life in Codsall. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a unicorn. But you know what I mean! Cheers to that!