Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Gosport is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The seagulls are squawkin’ like they own the place. I’m like, “Chill, mate, I’m tryin’ to make some bread here!”
First thing, I head down to my shop on High Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? The smell of fresh bread is like a warm hug. But today? Nah, not so much. I open the door, and BAM! The oven’s on the fritz. I’m talkin’ smoke everywhere, like I’m in a horror movie. I’m flappin’ around, tryin’ to figure out what’s wrong.
Then, my mate Dave from the hardware store pops in. He’s always got some dodgy advice. “Just give it a whack, mate!” he says. So, I give it a whack. And guess what? It works! I’m like, “Dave, you genius!” But then, I realize I’ve got a batch of dough just sittin’ there, waitin’ to rise.
I’m rushin’ around, kneadin’ like a madman. Flour’s flyin’ everywhere. I look like a ghost by the time I’m done. But hey, it’s Gosport, right? We’re used to a bit of chaos.
So, I’m finally gettin’ my groove on, and then I hear this loud crash outside. I run to the window on South Street, and there’s a bloke on a bike who just wiped out. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style. He’s okay, but his bike? Total wreck. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on!
After that, I’m back to bakin’. The smell of fresh pastries fills the air. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mum. “You forgot to pick up the eggs!” she texts. I’m like, “Oh no, not the eggs!” So, I dash over to the market on the corner of Stoke Road.
The market’s packed, as usual. I’m dodgin’ people left and right. “Excuse me, sorry, gotta get my eggs!” I finally find the stall, and the lady’s like, “You’re lucky, love. Just got a fresh batch in.” I grab ‘em, and I’m outta there.
Back at the shop, I’m whippin’ up some egg tarts. They’re my specialty, ya know? But then, I realize I’m outta sugar. Seriously? So, I sprint over to the corner shop on Forton Road. The guy behind the counter gives me a look like I’m crazy. “You again?” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a baker, not a magician!”
Finally, I get back, and it’s chaos again. Customers are lined up out the door. I’m tryin’ to keep up, but it’s like a scene from a movie. “One loaf, two pastries, and a coffee!” I’m shoutin’. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, but I’m lovin’ it.
Then, this little kid comes in, right? He’s got chocolate all over his face. “Can I have a cookie?” he asks. I can’t say no to that face. So, I give him a cookie, and he lights up like it’s Christmas. That’s the stuff that makes it all worth it, ya know?
But then, just when I think I can breathe, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” Everyone’s lookin’ at me like I set it off. I’m just tryin’ to bake, people!
We all spill out onto the street, and I’m standin’ there, covered in flour, lookin’ like a total mess. But then, I see the sunset over the harbor. It’s beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, everything’s alright.
After the fire brigade gives us the all-clear, I head back in. The customers are still there, waitin’ patiently. I serve ‘em up, and they’re all happy. I’m happy.
By the end of the day, I’m knackered but satisfied. I close up shop, and as I walk home along the seafront, I can’t help but smile. Gosport’s my home, and even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Gosport. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!