Man, what a day! I woke up in Cumbernauld, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a potter, right? So, I’m all about that clay life. But today? Today was somethin’ else.
I rolled outta bed, still half-asleep, and thought, “Great, another day in this lovely concrete jungle.” Cumbernauld’s got its charm, but sometimes it feels like a maze of roundabouts and shopping centers. I mean, who designed this place? I swear, I got lost on my way to the studio. I took a wrong turn on Kildrum Road and ended up near the Cumbernauld Town Centre. Ugh, the shops were all closed, and I was like, “Seriously? It’s 10 AM!”
Finally, I made it to my studio on the other side of the town, near the old Cumbernauld House. You know, that place with the creepy vibes? I always think it’s haunted. Anyway, I got my hands dirty with some clay, and it felt good. I was makin’ this beautiful vase, right? But then, bam! My phone buzzed. It was my mate, Dave. He’s always got some drama goin’ on. Turns out, he locked himself outta his flat on Main Street. Classic Dave!
So, I’m like, “Alright, mate, I’ll help ya out.” I left my masterpiece half-finished and dashed over. I swear, I ran faster than a kid chasing an ice cream truck. I got to Main Street, and there he was, lookin’ like a lost puppy. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You really need to get a key holder, mate!”
After rescuing him, we decided to grab a pint at The Cumbernauld Tavern. Best decision ever! We sat outside, and the sun was shining. I was feelin’ good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring! I mean, come on! Typical Scottish weather, right? We scrambled inside, soaked but laughing.
While we were drying off, I noticed this old guy at the bar. He was tellin’ stories about the old days in Cumbernauld. Apparently, back in the day, it was all about the coal mines. I was like, “Wow, that’s wild!” I love hearing about the history of this place. It’s got layers, like an onion. Or maybe a lasagna? I dunno, I’m hungry.
After a few pints, we headed back to my studio. I was pumped to finish that vase. But guess what? I dropped it. Yup, smashed it to bits. I was so mad! I yelled, “Nooooo!” like I was in a bad movie. Dave just laughed. “It’s just clay, mate!” But it was my clay! My art!
So, I started again, and this time, I was determined. I was shaping it, and it was lookin’ good. I was in the zone, you know? Then, my neighbor, Mrs. McGregor, popped in. She’s a sweet old lady, but she talks a lot. Like, a LOT. She started rambling about her cat, Whiskers, and how he caught a mouse. I was tryin’ to focus, but she was like a chatty parrot.
Finally, I managed to finish the vase. It was beautiful, if I do say so myself. I was so proud! I thought, “This is gonna be my best piece yet!” But then, I realized I forgot to put it in the kiln. I mean, seriously? What’s wrong with me?
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I sat on my studio floor, surrounded by clay and chaos. Cumbernauld had thrown me a curveball, but I loved it. It’s a weird place, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and frustration. Just another day in Cumbernauld, I guess!