Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a psychologist, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in my little flat on West Street, thinking it’d be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I had a client scheduled at 10 AM. This guy, let’s call him Dave, he’s been struggling with anxiety. So, I’m all set, ready to help him out. But guess what? He’s late. Like, really late. I’m pacing around, looking out the window, and all I can see is the lovely view of the old St. Mary’s Church. It’s beautiful, but I’m like, “C’mon, Dave! You’re not auditioning for a drama here!”
Finally, he shows up, all flustered. Turns out he got stuck behind a tractor on the A158. Classic Horncastle, right? I mean, it’s a small town, but you’d think they’d have a better traffic plan. Anyway, we dive into his issues, and I’m trying to be all supportive, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, just breathe!”
After that, I needed a breather myself. So, I hit up the local café on the Market Place. You know the one? The one with the best scones ever? I ordered a cappuccino and a scone, and I swear, it was like heaven. But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills juice all over the floor. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of orange juice. I’m dodging it like I’m in some weird action movie.
Then, I get a text from my mate, Sam. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened at the pub last night!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m at a café, not a pub!” But I’m intrigued. Apparently, some bloke tried to impress a girl by doing karaoke. Spoiler: he butchered “Wonderwall.” I can’t help but laugh.
So, after my caffeine fix, I head over to the Horncastle Museum. I love that place! It’s got all this cool stuff about the town’s history. I’m wandering around, and I bump into this old lady. She’s telling me about the Roman history of Horncastle, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know we had Romans here!” She’s super passionate, and I’m just nodding along, trying to keep up.
But then, she starts talking about the ghosts of Horncastle. I’m like, “Wait, what? Ghosts?” Apparently, there’s a ghost that haunts the old grammar school. I’m not usually into that stuff, but now I’m curious. I mean, who wouldn’t want to meet a ghost?
After that, I’m feeling a bit adventurous, so I decide to take a stroll down Bull Ring. It’s a lovely street, but I’m not prepared for the wind. It’s like the weather’s having a laugh at my expense. I’m practically getting blown away! I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to look like a total mess.
Then, I see this cute little shop selling handmade crafts. I can’t resist. I go in, and the owner is this lovely lady who’s super chatty. She’s showing me all these quirky things, and I end up buying a weird ceramic cat. I don’t even like cats! But it was just so... odd.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and I’m like, “What just happened?” I mean, it was a rollercoaster of a day. I’m happy, I’m annoyed, I’m confused. But that’s life in Horncastle, I guess. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.
So, here I am, writing this down, still buzzing from the day. I love this town, even with its quirks. It’s home, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe just a better traffic plan. But that’s a story for another day!