Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my flat on Ashford Road, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I decided to hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s a café, not a vegan retreat! I was fuming. I mean, who runs outta bacon?
So, I settled for a sausage roll. Not the same, but whatever. I plopped down at a table outside, soaking up the sun. Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my roll! I’m like, “Oi! Back off, mate!” I swear, that bird had some serious guts.
After my breakfast drama, I decided to stroll down to the park. Hartley Park, right? It’s got this lovely pond and all. I thought, “Let’s chill by the water.” But nooo, there was a bunch of kids playing football. And guess what? One of them kicked the ball right at me! I barely dodged it. I mean, come on! I’m not a target practice!
Then, I bumped into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he was ranting about how he saw a fox in his garden. A fox! In Hartley! I laughed so hard, I nearly choked on my drink. “What’s next, Dave? A badger in your shed?”
We decided to hit the pub on the corner of West Street. The one with the dodgy karaoke nights. I thought, “Why not?” We grabbed a pint, and I was feeling good. But then, the karaoke started. Oh man, it was brutal. This one guy was belting out “Wonderwall” like he was auditioning for X Factor. I nearly spilled my drink laughing.
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my boss. “Need that report ASAP!” Ugh, I’d totally forgotten about it. I was supposed to send it last week. So, I’m sitting there, trying to type on my phone while dodging the karaoke disaster. Talk about multitasking!
After a few pints, I finally got the report sent. Phew! But then, I realized I’d missed the last bus home. Great. Just great. So, I had to walk back. It’s not that far, but it was getting dark, and I was feeling a bit sketchy about it.
As I walked down the dimly lit streets, I couldn’t help but think about how Hartley can be both charming and creepy at night. The old buildings on the High Street looked kinda spooky. I half expected a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!”
Finally, I made it home, exhausted. I flopped onto my couch and thought, “What a day!” I mean, from bacon drama to karaoke nightmares, it was a rollercoaster. Hartley, you’ve got my heart racing, that’s for sure.
So, here I am, typing this out, still buzzing from the day. I love this town, even with its quirks. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!