Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a quid for every wild thing that happened in Hexham today, I’d be rich! So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already dreading the day. Insurance agent life ain’t glamorous, ya know? But hey, gotta pay the bills, right?
First stop, I’m zooming down Battle Hill. I mean, c’mon, who names a street after a battle? Sounds intense, but it’s just a regular road. Anyway, I’m thinking about my first client, Mrs. Thompson. She’s a sweet old lady, but she’s got more questions than a toddler. “What if my cat gets lost? What if my house burns down?” I’m like, “Chill, Mrs. T, we got you covered!” But inside, I’m sweating bullets.
So, I get to her place on Hencotes, and she’s got this massive garden. I’m talking flowers everywhere! I’m half-expecting a gnome to pop out and start chatting. But nah, it’s just her and her cat, Mr. Whiskers. Cute little furball, but he’s got this look like he knows all my secrets.
We’re going through her policy, and suddenly, the doorbell rings. It’s her neighbor, Dave. Now, Dave’s a character. He’s always got some wild story about his fishing trips. Today, he’s ranting about how he caught a fish the size of a small child. I’m like, “Sure, Dave, and I’m the Queen of England.” But he’s dead serious!
After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled. I head over to the Abbey, ya know, the Hexham Abbey? It’s stunning! I mean, the architecture is just wow. I take a breather, trying to calm my nerves. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking buckets! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh.
So, I dash to the nearest café on Market Place. I need coffee, like, now! I order a flat white, and the barista, bless her, gives me a free muffin. I’m like, “Is this a bribe for my insurance?” She just laughs. Best moment of the day, honestly.
But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “You need to handle a claim for a car accident on Hexham Bridge.” Great, just what I need! I rush over, and it’s chaos. Two cars, both looking worse for wear. I’m trying to take notes, but everyone’s shouting. “It was his fault!” “No, it was hers!” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Why can’t people just chill?”
Finally, I get the details sorted. I’m feeling like a superhero, saving the day. But then, I realize I left my bag at the café! Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodging puddles like I’m in an Olympic event.
When I get there, the barista’s holding my bag like it’s a trophy. I’m so relieved! I thank her a million times. I mean, who knew a day in Hexham could be this wild?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about all the craziness. Hexham’s got its charm, for sure. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Hexham, right?