Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a bone cutter, right? Sounds gnarly, I know. But today in Gedling was just... wow.
Started off on Main Road, just me and my coffee. You know, the usual. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. I’m sippin’ my brew, and suddenly, this dog runs past me. Not just any dog, a massive Great Dane. Like, this thing could’ve been a horse! It nearly knocked me over. I’m like, “Oi! Control your beast!” But the owner just laughed. I mean, come on, mate!
So, I head to the shop on Victoria Road. It’s a small place, but they’ve got the best tools. I’m looking for a new saw. You know, the one that cuts through bone like butter. I’m all excited, right? But guess what? They’re out of stock! I’m fuming. “What do you mean you’re out?!” I’m practically shouting. The guy behind the counter just shrugs. “Supply chain issues, mate.” Ugh, don’t even get me started on that.
Anyway, I decide to take a stroll down to Gedling Country Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Fresh air, trees, the whole shebang. I’m walking, trying to chill, when I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “That’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite gets stuck in a tree. The kid starts crying. I’m thinking, “Man, life’s tough.” So, I climb up and rescue the kite. The kid’s face lights up! Best moment of the day, for sure.
But then, I’m walking back, and I see this old bloke on the corner of Gedling Road. He’s trying to cross, but he’s moving like molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, it’s not a race, but hurry up!” Finally, he makes it, and I’m just relieved. I mean, I don’t want to be the guy who witnesses an old man getting run over.
After that, I head to the pub on Church Street. Needed a pint after all that madness. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “What’ll it be?” I’m like, “Just a lager, mate.” But then, I see this sign for a special: “Bone-Cutting Burger.” I’m like, “What the actual heck?!” I mean, come on! That’s just wrong on so many levels.
So, I’m sitting there, enjoying my drink, when this group of lads comes in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one of them spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m ready to blow a gasket, but then they start apologizing like mad. “Sorry, mate! Let me buy you a drink!” I’m like, “Alright, fine. Just don’t make it a bone-cutting burger.”
As the night goes on, I’m laughing with these guys. Turns out, they’re from Nottingham, just out for a laugh. We’re swapping stories, and I’m telling them about my job. They’re all wide-eyed, like I’m some sort of superhero. “You cut bones? That’s mental!” I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but it’s not as cool as it sounds.”
Finally, I stumble out of the pub, feeling a bit tipsy. The streets of Gedling are quiet now. I’m walking home, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From dodging dogs to saving kites, and spilling drinks.
I get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Gedling, you’ve got my heart, even if you drive me mad sometimes. Cheers to that!