Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Folkestone ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ with the sun blarin’ through me window on Sandgate Road. Thought, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m rushin’ to the shop on The Old High Street, right? I’m half a block away when I trip over me own feet. Classic me. Landed right in a puddle. Great start, eh? My boots are soaked, and I’m thinkin’, “Brilliant, just brilliant.”
So I finally get to the shop, and guess what? My mate Dave, the delivery guy, is late. Like, really late. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the clock, and it’s tickin’ away like it’s got a vendetta against me. I’m fumin’. “Where the hell are ya, Dave?” I shout into the empty street.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got a dog that looks like it’s seen better days. She stops, looks at me, and says, “You should try makin’ stoves that don’t burn people.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one burnin’ people!” But I just smile, ya know? Gotta keep it friendly in Folkestone.
Finally, Dave rolls up, and he’s got this massive grin on his face. “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “I’m about to lose me mind.” Turns out, he got stuck behind a bus on Cheriton High Street. A bus! I mean, come on!
So we start unloadin’ the stoves, and I’m tryin’ to keep me cool. But then, I see this bloke walkin’ by with a sign that says “Free Hugs.” I’m like, “What the actual heck?” I mean, who gives free hugs in this weather? But then again, it’s Folkestone. Anything goes, right?
After a bit, I finally get into the groove of makin’ stoves. I’m hammerin’ away, and it feels good. The smell of metal and fire, it’s like a symphony. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a seagull, like, the size of a small dog, just sittin’ on a car. It’s like it owns the place! I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly forget about the stoves.
Later, I head over to The Leas for a break. The view is amazin’, man. The cliffs, the sea, it’s all so beautiful. I sit there, munchin’ on a pasty from the bakery on Sandgate Road. Best pasties in town, no doubt. But then, I see this kid flyin’ a kite, and it gets stuck in a tree. I’m thinkin’, “Ah, poor kid.” But then, the kid just starts climbin’ the tree! I’m like, “What are you doin’, mate?!”
After that, I head back to the shop, and I’m feelin’ all inspired. I start workin’ on this new design. It’s gonna be a game-changer, I swear. But then, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standin’ there in the dark, thinkin’, “What now?”
So I grab me phone, and I’m tryin’ to figure out what to do. I’m scrollin’ through me contacts, and I see me mate, Lucy. She’s always got a plan. I call her up, and she’s like, “Just light some candles, you muppet!”
I’m laughin’ at myself, lightin’ candles like it’s a romantic dinner. But hey, it works! I get back to work, and I’m feelin’ good again.
By the end of the day, I’m knackered but happy. I’ve made some wicked stoves, had a laugh, and even saw a kid climb a tree. Folkestone, man. It’s a wild place, but it’s home. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!