Man, what a day! I swear, Kempston-Hardwick is wild. I mean, who knew this little place could throw so much at ya? So, I’m out here doin’ my thing, right? Just another day as a shooter, keepin’ the peace, or at least tryin’ to.
Started off on Station Road. You know, the one that runs right by the train station? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, sippin’ my coffee, when I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinkin’, “Great, what now?” Turns out, it was just some kids messin’ around with fireworks. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even Bonfire Night yet! But hey, at least it wasn’t gunfire, right?
So, I’m walkin’ down to the High Street, and I see this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, tryin’ to cross the road. He’s like 90, bless him. I rush over, help him out. He’s ramblin’ on about the good ol’ days, talkin’ ‘bout how Kempston used to be all fields and farms. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it. But now it’s just roundabouts and takeaways.”
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. Some ruckus at the park near the river. I sprint over, and what do I find? A bunch of teenagers havin’ a full-on water balloon fight. I mean, really? In the middle of the day? I’m tryin’ to keep a straight face, but it’s hard. They’re laughin’, shoutin’, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked from head to toe.
I’m thinkin’, “This is not in my job description.” But then, I see one of ‘em, a girl named Lucy, she’s got this huge smile. It’s contagious, man. I can’t help but crack a grin. So, I join in. Yeah, I know, not the best idea, but who cares? We’re all just havin’ a laugh.
After that, I head over to the local pub, The Hardwick Arms. Needed a pint after all that chaos. I sit down, and the bartender, Dave, he’s like, “You look like you’ve been through it today.” I’m like, “You have no idea, mate.” We chat about the usual stuff, footie, the weather, and how the new roundabout on Bedford Road is a nightmare. Seriously, who designed that thing?
Then, I get another call. This time, it’s serious. Some guy’s causing trouble down by the shops on Woburn Road. I rush over, and it’s a full-on scene. Cops are there, people are shoutin’. Turns out, it’s just some guy who lost his wallet. But the way he was actin’, you’d think he’d lost a million quid. I mean, dude, it’s just a wallet!
By the time I wrap that up, I’m knackered. I head back to my car, parked near the old church on Church End. It’s peaceful there, ya know? I take a moment to breathe. The sun’s settin’, and it’s actually kinda beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. From fireworks to water balloons to wallet drama.
Kempston-Hardwick, you’ve got character, I’ll give ya that. It’s not just a place; it’s a vibe. I love the quirks, the people, the unexpected moments. Sure, it can be a bit mad, but that’s what makes it home.
As I drive back, I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? Just another chapter in the life of a shooter in this wild little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.