Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in Heavitree, right? You know, that lovely little suburb of Exeter. I live on Fore Street, which is like the heart of the place. It’s got that classic vibe, ya know? Old buildings, cozy cafes, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. Mmm, pastries.
Anyway, I’m just chillin’, thinking it’s gonna be a normal day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, seriously? It’s supposed to be sunny! I’m dodging puddles on my way to the bus stop on Heavitree Road. I swear, I looked like a wet dog.
So, I’m waiting for the bus, and it’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, getting soaked, and this old bloke next to me starts chatting. He’s rambling on about the history of Heavitree. Apparently, it used to be a village back in the day. I’m like, “Cool, mate, but I just wanna get to work.” But he’s all into it, talking about the Heavitree Park and how it’s got this ancient well. I’m thinking, “Great, a well. Just what I needed to know while I’m freezing my butt off.”
Finally, the bus rolls up, and I hop on. I’m squished between a lady with a million shopping bags and a kid who’s blasting music on his phone. I’m trying to zone out, but the kid’s got some awful taste. Like, who even listens to that?
I get to work, and it’s chaos. My boss is in a mood. She’s pacing around like a lion in a cage. Apparently, we’ve got a big client coming in, and everything’s gotta be perfect. No pressure, right? I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to get stuff sorted. I even spilled coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I dash over to the Heavitree Bakery. Best sausage rolls in town, no contest. I grab one, and as I’m about to take a bite, I see this cute dog outside. I’m talking about a proper fluffy one. I get distracted, and boom! My sausage roll falls right on the ground. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But then the dog’s owner laughs and says, “Looks like he’s got good taste!” I can’t even be mad.
After work, I decide to hit up the Heavitree Pleasure Ground. It’s this lovely park with loads of green space. I plop down on a bench, just trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids starts playing footie. They’re kicking the ball around, and guess what? It lands right next to me. I pick it up, and they’re all like, “Oi, give it back!” So, I kick it back, and they cheer. I’m feeling like a hero for a sec.
But then, I see this guy on the other side of the park. He’s got a massive ice cream cone, and I’m like, “Why didn’t I get ice cream?” So, I wander over to the ice cream van. It’s parked near the Heavitree War Memorial. I’m standing there, trying to decide between mint choc chip and strawberry. I go for mint, and it’s glorious.
As I’m licking my ice cream, I bump into an old mate from school. We start chatting, and it turns out he’s moved back to Heavitree after years away. We reminisce about the good old days, like sneaking into the Heavitree Swimming Pool. Ah, those were the days!
But then, just as I’m getting all nostalgic, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. She’s like, “Where are you? We need to discuss the client!” I’m like, “Seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy my mint choc chip!”
So, I head back home, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, nostalgic, you name it. Heavitree’s got this way of throwing you around, ya know? One minute you’re soaked and stressed, the next you’re laughing with an old mate over ice cream.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, thinking about how wild the day was. Heavitree, you crazy little place. You keep me on my toes!