Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shoemaker in Leatherhead is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I stroll down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it’s like they all decided to have a spontaneous parade. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying not to trip over my own feet. I mean, c’mon, people! Watch where you’re going!
Then, I get to my shop on North Street. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Smells like leather and a hint of glue. I love it. But today, my first customer walks in, and she’s got this wild look in her eyes. “I need shoes for my wedding!” she says, all frantic-like. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, your wedding’s in two days!” But I keep it cool.
So, we start chatting, and she’s telling me about her fiancé, how he proposed at the Leatherhead Theatre. Cute, right? But then she drops the bomb: “I need them to match my dress, which is bright pink!” Bright pink? Seriously? I’m a shoemaker, not a magician! But I nod and say, “Sure, let’s make it happen.”
While I’m sketching out ideas, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about the new café on Church Road. Apparently, they’ve got the best coffee in town. I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy here!” But he insists I gotta try it. So, I promise him I will, after I save this wedding.
Fast forward a bit, and I’m knee-deep in pink leather. I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. Why did I think this was a good idea? But then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town, and she wants to meet up at the Leatherhead Leisure Centre. I’m like, “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a crisis here?” But family, right? So, I tell her I’ll swing by after work.
Finally, I finish the shoes. They’re not half bad, if I do say so myself. The bride-to-be is over the moon. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar! But then, just as she’s about to leave, she trips on the doorstep. I’m like, “Noooo!” But she catches herself. Phew! That was a close one.
After that drama, I lock up the shop and head to the café. It’s buzzing! I order a flat white, and let me tell ya, it’s worth the hype. I sit down, and my sister shows up. We start chatting about life, and she’s telling me about her new job. I’m happy for her, but then she mentions she’s moving to London. My heart sinks a bit. I mean, Leatherhead’s great, but London? That’s a whole different ball game.
As we’re talking, I spot a couple of kids playing footy outside. They’re kicking a ball around, and one of ‘em accidentally sends it flying into the café. It hits my table! I’m like, “Oi! Watch it!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids, man. They’re a riot.
By the time I head home, I’m exhausted. But it’s a good kind of tired, you know? I think about the day— the chaos, the laughter, the pink shoes. Leatherhead’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a shoemaker in Leatherhead. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!