Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Fulwood, right? You know, that chill suburb of Preston, UK. It’s got that nice mix of quiet streets and random chaos. I live near Black Bull Lane, which is kinda nice, but today? Ugh.
First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down the road, dodging dog walkers and old folks. I swear, they move like molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, people! I got places to be!” Anyway, I finally get to the bus stop on Watling Street. And guess what? The bus is late. Of course. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to the office. But nah, I’m not that fit.
Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and nearly takes my sandwich! Like, dude, chill! It’s just a ham and cheese, not a five-star meal. I’m flailing my arms, looking like a total idiot. People are staring. Great. Just what I need.
Finally, the bus arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze in next to this guy who smells like he bathed in a cologne factory explosion. I’m trying to breathe through my mouth, but it’s not working. I’m thinking, “Why do I always end up next to the smelly ones?”
We roll past the Fulwood Park, which is usually lovely. But today? It’s full of kids screaming and running around. I mean, I love kids, but can they not? Just for a sec? I’m trying to enjoy the view, but nope. It’s chaos.
So, I finally get to work, and my boss is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just Tuesday.” But he’s all about deadlines and reports. I’m just trying to survive the day.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up the local chippy on Garstang Road. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I order my usual – cod and chips, extra salt. I’m waiting, and this old lady starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s British. It’s always rubbish.” But she’s sweet, so I humor her.
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s panicking, and I’m just standing there, fish in hand, like, “What do I do?” I mean, I love a good drama, but not when I’m about to eat! We all pile out onto the street, and I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna miss my lunch.”
After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I finally get to eat. I sit on a bench near the library on Fulwood Road, and it’s bliss. The sun’s out, and I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I drop a chip. Just one. And this seagull swoops in like it’s a scene from a nature documentary. I’m like, “Seriously?!”
The day drags on, and I’m just counting down the hours. Finally, I clock out and head home. I decide to take a stroll through the neighborhood. I pass by the Fulwood Methodist Church, and it’s all quiet and peaceful. I love that vibe.
But then, I hear this loud music coming from a house on Lytham Road. It’s blasting, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a party in the middle of a Tuesday! I peek in, and it’s just a bunch of people dancing like no one’s watching. I’m tempted to join, but nah, I’m too tired.
I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Fulwood, you crazy place. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without pigeons. That’d be nice.
Anyway, I’m off to binge-watch some shows. Tomorrow’s another day in this wild little suburb. Can’t wait!