Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I’m a typhlopedagogue, right? That’s a fancy word for someone who teaches visually impaired folks. Anyway, I was in Exeter today, and lemme tell ya, it was a rollercoaster.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I scrambled outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks, right? I dashed outta my flat on St. David’s Hill, nearly tripping over my own feet. I swear, I’m like a toddler learning to walk sometimes.
So, I hop on the bus at the bus station on Paris Street. The driver was a right character. He had this thick accent, and I could barely understand him. He was cracking jokes, and I was just trying to figure out if I was on the right bus. I mean, come on, mate, I’m not a mind reader!
Finally, I get off at the Cathedral Green. Wow, the Exeter Cathedral is stunning! I mean, it’s like stepping into a postcard. The Gothic architecture just hits you. I was feeling all inspired and stuff. But then, bam! I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This one was like the king of pigeons. It strutted around like it owned the place. I swear it looked me dead in the eye. I was like, “Dude, chill. You’re not that special.”
After that, I had a meeting with some students at the Exeter College. They’re amazing, honestly. We were chatting about accessibility and tech stuff. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People are confused, and I’m trying to keep my cool. I mean, I’m supposed to be the adult here, right?
While we’re waiting, I spot this cute little café on Queen Street. It’s called “The Exploding Bakery.” I mean, what a name! I had to check it out. I grabbed a slice of cake, and oh my god, it was heavenly. Like, I could’ve married that cake. I was on cloud nine, but then I remembered I had to get back to the students.
So, I rush back, and guess what? The fire alarm was a false alarm. Typical! I was half tempted to throw a mini tantrum. But hey, at least I got cake, right?
Later, I decided to take a stroll along the River Exe. It was so peaceful. I love the sound of the water. But then, I saw this group of kids playing football. They were having a blast, but one of them kicked the ball right into the river. I couldn’t help but laugh. The poor kid was like, “Noooo!” I mean, come on, buddy, it’s just a ball.
As I walked back, I passed by the Royal Albert Memorial Museum. I’ve been meaning to check it out. But I was too knackered. Maybe next time. I’m always saying that, but life gets in the way, ya know?
By the time I got back to my flat, I was exhausted. But I felt good. I mean, yeah, the day was a bit of a mess, but it was my mess. And that’s what makes it fun. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and just thought about how wild life can be.
Exeter, you’ve got my heart. Even with your crazy pigeons and fire alarms. Can’t wait for the next adventure!