Man, what a day! I swear, being a Mourner in Kimberley is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already dreading the day. I mean, who wants to deal with all that sadness? But hey, it’s my job, and I gotta do it.
First off, I grab a cuppa from that little café on Main Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best scones ever? Yeah, that’s the spot. I’m chowing down on my scone, and I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”
So, I head over to the church on Church Street. It’s a proper old building, like, you can feel the history oozing out of the bricks. I’m standing there, waiting for the service to start, and I see Mrs. Thompson. Bless her heart, she’s crying like a waterfall. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s not like we’re at a funeral for a rock star or something.
Then, outta nowhere, the vicar shows up late! Like, seriously? You had one job! I’m standing there, trying to keep it together, and he strolls in like he’s just come back from a holiday in Spain. I’m fuming! I’m thinking, “Dude, read the room!”
Finally, the service kicks off. It’s all somber and stuff, and I’m trying to be respectful, but my mind starts wandering. I’m thinking about the time I got lost on Nottingham Road. I ended up in some dodgy alley, and I swear I saw a cat that looked like it was plotting world domination.
Anyway, back to the service. People are sharing stories, and I’m just nodding along. But then, someone starts talking about how the deceased loved to fish at the local pond. And I’m like, “Really? Fishing? That’s the highlight?” I mean, no offense, but I’d rather binge-watch Netflix than sit by a pond all day.
After the service, I’m outside, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running down the street, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” But he gets up, laughing, and I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are resilient, man.
Then, I head over to the park on Derby Road. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Families everywhere, kids screaming, dogs barking. I’m just trying to find a quiet corner to collect my thoughts. But nope! There’s a group of teenagers blasting music like they’re at a festival. I’m thinking, “Can’t a Mourner catch a break?”
So, I sit down on a bench, and I’m just people-watching. There’s this old bloke feeding the ducks, and I’m like, “Mate, those ducks are living their best life.” And then, I see a couple arguing. Classic Kimberley drama! I’m just sitting there, munching on a sandwich, eavesdropping like it’s my job.
Suddenly, I get a call. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I just dealt with a funeral. Hit me with your best shot.” Turns out, he found a tenner on the ground. I’m like, “Wow, you’re living the high life!”
As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I can’t shake this feeling. Kimberley’s got its quirks, ya know? The streets, the people, the random moments. It’s a mix of joy and sadness, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and tears. Just another day in Kimberley, where the unexpected is the norm. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!