Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Hirwaun is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. You think you’re in for a chill day, then bam! Chaos hits you like a ton of bricks.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a typical rainy morning in Hirwaun. I mean, c’mon, it’s Wales! I grab my cuppa, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, I’m heading down Aberdare Road. You know, the one that’s always got some dodgy potholes? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. And then, outta nowhere, I see this old bloke trying to cross the road. He’s moving slower than a snail on a Sunday stroll. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! I got places to be!” But I can’t honk, right? Gotta keep it professional.
Finally, I get to the office on High Street. It’s a small place, but it’s got character, ya know? The walls are plastered with old mining photos. Makes ya feel all nostalgic and stuff. But then, I find out I’ve got a meeting with some bigwig from the council. Great. Just what I need.
So, I’m sitting there, trying to look all serious, when this guy walks in. He’s wearing a suit that probably cost more than my car. I’m thinking, “What’s he doing in Hirwaun? Shouldn’t he be in Cardiff or something?” He starts talking about “community development” and “sustainable growth.” I’m just nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Mate, we just want decent roads and a pub that’s open past 10!”
After that, I head over to the old coal yard. It’s a bit of a trek, but I love the vibe there. The smell of coal dust, the sound of machinery—it’s like a symphony of hard work. But today, it’s all gone to pot. There’s a bunch of lads arguing over some equipment. I step in, thinking I can sort it out.
“Oi! What’s all this then?” I shout. They turn to me like I’m some sort of referee. One of ‘em, a young lad with a beanie, says, “We’re just trying to figure out who gets the drill.” I’m like, “Seriously? You lot are acting like it’s the last slice of pizza!”
I manage to calm ‘em down, but not before I get a bit heated myself. I mean, c’mon! We’re all in this together, right?
Then, just when I think I can breathe, I get a call about a property dispute on Glynneath Road. I rush over, and it’s a right mess. Two neighbors are at each other’s throats over a fence. A FENCE! I’m standing there, trying to mediate, and all I can think is, “This is what my life has come to.”
One of ‘em, a woman with a fierce look, says, “He’s encroaching on my land!” And the other guy, all scruffy and defensive, goes, “Nah, it’s my fence!” I’m just there, trying not to laugh. I mean, who knew fences could cause such drama?
By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I head to the local chippy on the corner of Hirwaun Road. Best chips in town, no contest. I grab a portion and sit outside, watching the world go by. The rain’s finally stopped, and the sun’s peeking through the clouds.
I think about how Hirwaun’s got its quirks. The people, the streets, the history. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart. And yeah, some days are a right pain, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I finish my chips, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? Just gotta keep my wits about me and maybe invest in some better shoes for all this puddle dodging!