Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it all. So, I’m a sign language interpreter, right? And today was just... intense. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be a chill day in Dalton-in-Furness, but nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit the road on Market Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I was just grabbing a coffee from that little café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no joke. But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shoes. Ugh! I mean, come on! Who needs a caffeine shower first thing in the morning?
Anyway, I finally get to the community center on Edward Street. I’m there for a workshop, right? Teaching some folks about sign language. Super cool, but the room was packed. Like, sardines in a tin packed. I’m thinking, “Great, more people means more fun!” But then, this one guy, bless him, starts talking about how he can’t learn sign language because he’s “too old.” I’m like, dude, you’re never too old! I mean, look at me! I’m practically ancient, and I’m still learning new signs every day.
So, I’m trying to get everyone hyped up, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of my speech? I’m standing there, trying to sign and shout at the same time. “Evacuate! This is NOT a drill!” But everyone’s just staring at me like I’m some sort of circus act. I mean, come on, people! Move it!
We finally get outside, and I’m standing on the pavement, trying to calm everyone down. It’s a bit chilly, and I’m regretting my choice of a light jacket. I’m shivering, and this old lady next to me starts chatting about the weather. “It’s always like this in Dalton,” she says. I’m thinking, “Yeah, and it’s always raining too!” But I just nod and smile.
After the fire brigade gives us the all-clear, we head back in. I’m trying to pick up where I left off, but half the crowd is still buzzing about the alarm. I mean, I get it, it was dramatic and all, but c’mon! Focus, people!
Then, outta nowhere, this kid raises his hand. “Can you teach us how to swear in sign language?” I’m like, “Really? That’s what you wanna learn?” But hey, I’m all about keeping it real, so I teach them a few cheeky signs. The laughter was worth it.
By the end of the workshop, I’m feeling pretty good. I mean, despite the chaos, we had a blast. I’m walking back down Edward Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, toss him a couple of quid, and he gives me a nod. Dalton’s got some talent, I tell ya!
But then, I get a text. My mate’s in town, and he wants to meet up at The Crown. I’m like, “Yes, please!” So, I rush over there, and it’s packed. I squeeze through the crowd, and finally spot him. We grab a pint, and I’m just venting about my day. He’s cracking up, especially about the fire alarm. “Only you, mate!” he says.
As the night goes on, I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, frustrated, and just a bit tipsy. I mean, Dalton-in-Furness is a small town, but it’s got heart. The people, the quirks, the unexpected moments. It’s all part of the charm.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more crazy days in Dalton! Cheers! 🍻