Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, it was one for the books. So, I’m a carpenter, right? Just your average bloke, hammerin’ away at wood, makin’ stuff. But today? Today was a whole different kettle of fish.
Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talkin’ like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ like a zombie. I grab me tools and head out. The sun’s barely up, but I’m off to the job site on Coinagehall Street. Nice little spot, but the traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone in Helston decided to take their sweet time today.
Finally get there, and I’m ready to roll. But guess what? The client, old Mr. Jenkins, forgot to get the wood I needed. Classic Jenkins, right? I mean, come on, mate! How hard is it to remember a few planks? So, I’m standin’ there, fumin’. I could’ve been at the pub already, sippin’ a pint instead of waitin’ around.
While I’m waitin’, I decide to take a stroll down to the Helston Museum. It’s a small place, but it’s got some cool stuff about the town’s history. Did ya know Helston’s got this whole thing with the Flora Day? It’s a big deal, like a festival where everyone dances around. Sounds fun, but I’d probably trip over me own feet.
Anyway, I’m wanderin’ around, and I bump into me mate, Dave. He’s a right laugh, always crackin’ jokes. We start talkin’ about the weather, which is classic small talk, but then he goes on about how he saw a seagull steal a chip from some poor kid. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop me tools.
After a bit, I head back to the job site. Finally, the wood arrives. But it’s the wrong size! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I could feel me blood boilin’. So, I call up the supplier, and they’re like, “Oh, sorry, mate.” Sorry? That doesn’t help me build a bloody deck, does it?
By now, I’m just about ready to throw me hammer at the wall. But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs by, laughin’ and playin’. He’s got this massive grin, and it kinda makes me smile. Kids have that magic, ya know? They don’t care about the world’s problems. Just runnin’ around, livin’ their best life.
So, I take a deep breath, try to chill out. I mean, it’s just wood, right? I can fix this. I get back to work, and I’m makin’ progress. I’m cuttin’, hammerin’, and feelin’ good. Then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of blokes on the other side of the street, havin’ a right laugh. They’re shoutin’ and carryin’ on, and I can’t help but chuckle.
But then, I see it. A bloody pigeon just poops right on me freshly cut wood! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I can’t catch a break today. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the sky, thinkin’, “What did I do to deserve this?”
Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m knackered but happy. I head over to the Blue Anchor for a pint. It’s a lovely pub, right by the water. I sit down, and the bartender, Lucy, gives me a cheeky smile. She knows I’ve had a rough day. I order a pint of Cornish ale, and it’s like heaven in a glass.
As I sit there, I think about Helston. It’s a quirky little town. The streets, the people, the history. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. And even on a day like today, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to the next day. Hopefully, it’ll be a bit smoother. But knowing me? Probably not. Cheers!