Man, what a day! I woke up in Kirkby-in-Ashfield, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a combine harvester operator, right? Not your usual 9-to-5 gig, but hey, it pays the bills. So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day!” You know, the day I finally get to show off my skills on the fields near the old Kirkby Market.
I grab my cuppa, and I’m out the door. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Classic Kirkby, right? It’s like the weather can’t decide if it’s summer or winter. Anyway, I hop on my trusty combine, and off I go.
Driving down the streets, I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s a beauty, really. Makes ya feel all nostalgic. But then I hit the main road, and it’s chaos! Cars everywhere, people rushin’ like they’re late for a bus or somethin’. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “C’mon, folks, I’m just tryin’ to harvest some crops here!”
So, I finally get to the fields, and it’s a sight! Green as far as the eye can see. But then, outta nowhere, my combine starts actin’ up. I’m like, “Seriously? Not today!” I’m tryin’ to fix it, but it’s like it’s possessed or somethin’. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and I can hear the kids from the nearby school shoutin’ and laughin’. They’re probably thinkin’ I’m some kinda clown.
After a bit of tinkerin’, I get it goin’ again. Thank goodness! I’m back in business, and the crops are flyin’ outta the back like confetti. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar, man! But then, I spot a bunch of seagulls swoopin’ down. Those little thieves are tryin’ to steal my hard work! I’m yellin’, “Get outta here, ya feathered bandits!”
Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Oi, mate! You seen the new café on Station Street?” I’m like, “Nah, what’s the fuss?” Apparently, they got the best bacon butties in town. Now I’m thinkin’ about food while I’m tryin’ to focus. Typical!
As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I’m finally gettin’ into the groove, and then, boom! A flat tire. Just my luck, right? I’m out there, cursing under my breath, and the kids are still laughin’. I swear, if I had a quid for every time I’ve had a flat, I’d be rich!
But then, something amazing happens. A couple of locals come by. They’re like, “Need a hand?” I’m shocked! People in Kirkby are usually busy with their own stuff. But these folks jump in, and we’re fixin’ the tire together. It’s like a scene from a feel-good movie. We’re laughin’, crackin’ jokes, and before I know it, the tire’s fixed.
I finish up the day, and I’m exhausted but happy. I drive back through the streets, past the old library on the corner of Lowmoor Road. It’s a reminder of how much I love this place. Kirkby-in-Ashfield, with all its quirks and charm, is home.
So, yeah, what a day! From puddles to flat tires, and unexpected help from the locals. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a combine harvester operator in Kirkby. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!