Man, what a day! Ferndale, you’ve done it again. I’m a barber, right? Just a bloke with scissors and a chair, but today? Today was a rollercoaster. So, I roll into the shop on High Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m ready to snip some hair. But nah, not today. First customer walks in, and it’s old Mr. Jenkins. Bless him, but he’s got more stories than hair. He starts rambling about the good ol’ days on Cardiff Road. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it, you used to be a legend.” But c’mon, I’ve got a queue! Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running out like it’s the end of the world. I’m just standing there, scissors in hand, like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it was just a faulty alarm. Classic Ferndale, right? Always something going on. After that chaos, I finally get back to cutting hair. Next up is young Tommy from down the road. Kid’s got more energy than a puppy on a sugar rush. He’s bouncing around, talking about his football match on Station Road. I’m trying to focus, but he’s all over the place. “I scored a goal, mate! Did ya see it?” I’m like, “Nah, mate, I was busy saving the world from fire alarms.” Then, just when I think I can breathe, in walks Sarah. She’s got that look, you know? The “I need a change” look. She sits down, and I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s do this.” But she starts telling me about her breakup. Ugh, the drama! I’m trying to cut her hair, but she’s crying. I’m like, “Sarah, love, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back!” But she’s not having it. Finally, I manage to get her sorted. She leaves looking fab, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, the next customer is a bloke who’s had one too many pints at The Crown. He stumbles in, slurring his words, and I’m just thinking, “Oh great, here we go.” He wants a trim, but he can’t sit still. I’m dodging his head like I’m in a boxing match. By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I clean up the shop, and as I’m locking up, I see the sunset over the hills. Ferndale looks beautiful, even after the madness. I think about how this little town is full of characters. From the oldies on Cardiff Road to the kids playing footy on Station Road, it’s a wild mix. I head home, still buzzing from the day. I love this place, even when it drives me mad. Ferndale, you’re a gem, but give a barber a break, will ya?