Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in Filey is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my gear and head down to the seafront. Filey’s got this stunning beach, ya know? The kinda place where you can just sit and watch the waves crash. But nah, I’m not here for a sunbathe. I’m here to sharpen some blades. I set up shop near the promenade, right by the old clock tower. It’s a bit wonky, but it’s got character, like me!
So, I’m minding my own business, sharpening away, when this kid runs up to me. He’s got a fishing rod that looks like it’s been through a war. “Can ya fix this?” he asks. I’m like, “Mate, I sharpen knives, not rods!” But I can’t resist. I take a look, and it’s a mess. I mean, it’s practically a stick! But I give it a go. Kid’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.
Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I chase the bird down the beach, flappin’ my arms like a madman. People are laughin’, and I’m just tryin’ to get my lunch back. But that feathered thief was too quick. I’m left with nothing but crumbs and a bruised ego.
After that, I’m fumin’. I mean, come on! A sharpener’s gotta eat, right? So, I stroll over to the local chippy on Queen Street. Best fish and chips in town, no doubt. I order a portion, and while I’m waitin’, I chat with the owner, old Mr. Thompson. He’s a legend. Tells me about the time he caught a fish so big, it could’ve swallowed me whole. I laugh, but I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, mate.”
Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious! Crispy batter, fluffy chips—heaven! I sit on a bench, munchin’ away, when I spot this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it like it’s a boxing match. I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, she’s mad ‘cause he forgot their anniversary. Classic! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, you had one job!” But then, they start laughin’ and hugging. Love wins, I guess?
After lunch, I head over to Glen Gardens. It’s a lovely spot, all flowers and trees. I’m tryin’ to chill, but my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s stuck at the pub on Station Avenue. “Get over here!” he texts. So, I pack up my stuff and head over.
When I get there, the place is packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Dave. Finally spot him at the bar, lookin’ like a lost puppy. “What’s up, mate?” I ask. He’s like, “I’ve got a surprise!” I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t be a tattoo.” But nah, he pulls out a bottle of the finest local ale. “Cheers!” he says, and we clink glasses.
We’re havin’ a blast, but then the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s panicking, runnin’ around like headless chickens. I’m just standin’ there, drink in hand, thinkin’, “This is ridiculous!” Turns out, it was a false alarm. Phew! But the vibe is ruined.
As the night goes on, we stumble out onto the street. Filey’s lit up, all the lights twinklin’. I’m feelin’ good, despite the chaos. We walk down to the beach, and it’s just us and the sound of the waves. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything’s perfect.
But then, I trip over a rock and faceplant in the sand. Classic! Dave’s laughin’ his head off, and I’m just layin’ there, covered in grains. “Best day ever!” I shout, and we both crack up.
So yeah, that was my day in Filey. Full of ups and downs, laughs and a few faceplants. But that’s life, innit? You just gotta roll with it.