Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Didcot ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Didcot’s a small town, but it’s got its quirks, ya know? Like, who thought it was a good idea to name a street “The Broadway”? It’s not even Broadway!
Anyway, I grab my cuppa and head out. The sun’s barely up, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I stroll down Wantage Road, and I swear, I see this old bloke trying to fix his car. He’s got the hood up, and I’m like, “Mate, you need a miracle, not a wrench.”
Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me. I mean, he’s flying! Almost takes me out. I shout, “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He just laughs and pedals off. Kids these days, right? No respect.
So, I get to the Didcot Parkway station, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ rush hour madness. People everywhere, like sardines in a tin. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this woman with a pram. She’s struggling, bless her. I rush over, help her out, and she’s all grateful. Makes me feel good, ya know? Like, “Hey, I’m not just a Watchman; I’m a hero!”
But then, just as I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy, I hear this massive bang. Turns out, some numpty’s car backfired. Everyone jumps, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m on high alert.” My heart’s racin’, and I’m thinkin’, “What if it’s a bomb?!” But nah, just a dodgy motor. Phew!
After that, I head over to the Didcot Civic Hall. They’re setting up for some event. I’m curious, so I poke my head in. Turns out, it’s a bake sale. I’m like, “Sweet! Free cake!” But then I remember my diet. Ugh, why do I do this to myself?
I’m standin’ there, droolin’ over the pastries, when I overhear some gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Station Road. Everyone’s buzzing about it. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what Didcot needs—another place to get overpriced coffee.” But hey, I’m all for supporting local, so I’ll check it out.
Then, I get a call on my radio. There’s been a disturbance on the corner of Foxhall Road. I rush over, and it’s just some kids messin’ about. They’re throwin’ water balloons at each other. I’m like, “Seriously? This is what I’m called for?” But then I see one of ‘em slip and fall. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?
By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I swing by the Didcot Market. Man, the smells are insane! I grab a sausage roll from this little stall. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re such a good lad!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m basically a saint.”
But then, just when I think I can relax, I get another call. There’s a fight breakin’ out at the park. I sprint over, and it’s just two blokes arguing over a game of footie. I mean, c’mon! It’s Didcot, not the World Cup! I break it up, and they both look sheepish. I’m like, “You two are lucky I’m in a good mood.”
Finally, as the sun starts settlin’ down, I head back home. I’m knackered but feelin’ accomplished. Didcot’s a wild place, full of surprises. I love it, though. It’s my home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. Just another day in the life of a Watchman in Didcot. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!