Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bone cutter in Gorleston-on-Sea ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of seagulls screamin’ like they were auditionin’ for a horror flick. Seriously, those birds are relentless. Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my scrubs, and headed out.
First stop? The local café on High Street. You know, the one with the best bacon sarnies? I swear, if I don’t get my fix, I’m a grumpy mess. So, I’m munchin’ away, and this old bloke next to me starts talkin’ about the weather. Like, mate, it’s Gorleston! It’s always windy and a bit drizzly. Get with the program!
After brekkie, I strolled down to the clinic on Church Road. The sun was peekin’ through the clouds, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.” Spoiler alert: I was wrong.
So, I’m settlin’ in, ready to cut some bones, when this kid comes in. He’s got a skateboard under his arm, lookin’ all cool. But then, BAM! He trips over his own feet and lands right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just laughs it off, but I’m thinkin’, “This kid’s gonna need more than a band-aid.”
Then, the phone rings. It’s Mrs. Thompson from the other side of Gorleston. She’s in a panic ‘cause her dog, Buster, ate a whole chicken. I mean, come on! Who leaves a roast chicken out? I told her, “Just keep an eye on him, he’ll be fine.” But she’s convinced he’s gonna explode or somethin’.
By lunchtime, I’m feelin’ a bit frazzled. I head over to the beach, ya know, just to clear my head. The waves are crashin’, and I see a bunch of kids buildin’ sandcastles. I can’t help but smile. It’s like, no matter how crazy life gets, kids will always find joy in the simplest things.
But then, I spot this guy on the promenade. He’s tryin’ to impress some girl by doin’ tricks on his bike. And guess what? He wipes out. Hard. I’m talkin’ faceplant, the whole shebang. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, dude! You gotta know your limits!
Back at the clinic, things got wild. A guy came in with a broken arm. He was all, “I fell off my ladder.” I’m like, “What were you doin’ on a ladder?” Turns out, he was tryin’ to fix his roof. Classic Gorleston. Always somethin’ goin’ on.
Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s rushin’ out, and I’m just standin’ there, thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta deal with this.” Turns out, it was just a drill. Phew! But I was ready to bolt outta there like a madman.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel grateful. Gorleston-on-Sea may be a bit bonkers, but it’s home. The quirky people, the random events, the beach – it all makes for a wild ride.
As I head home, I pass by the pier. The lights are twinklin’, and I see families laughin’, kids runnin’ around. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love this place. Sure, it’s got its ups and downs, but it’s my Gorleston. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another rollercoaster in the life of a bone cutter. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!