Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Llantwit-Major really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I make the best stove ever!” I’m a stove-maker, by the way. Not just any stove, but the kind that makes ya feel like a chef in a fancy restaurant.
First thing, I head down to the High Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. You got the bakery smell wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist a fresh pastry? Not me! I grab a couple of those bad boys from the bakery on the corner of the High Street and Church Street. Best in town, no contest. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into old Mrs. Jenkins.
She’s like, “Oi, you! You still makin’ those stoves?” And I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. J, still makin’ ‘em! You want one?” She just rolls her eyes and says, “I’d rather have a new kettle, dear.” Classic Mrs. Jenkins.
Anyway, I get to my workshop on East Street, and it’s chaos. Tools everywhere, wood shavings all over the floor. I’m like, “What happened here?” Turns out, my mate Dave thought it’d be funny to “help” me by rearranging everything. Thanks, Dave. Now I can’t find my hammer.
So, I’m tryin’ to get my head in the game, right? I start measuring and cutting wood. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s the café across the street. They burnt the toast or something. I mean, come on! How do you burn toast?
While I’m waiting for the chaos to settle, I step outside. The view of the coast from Llantwit is just stunning. You can see the cliffs and the waves crashing. It’s like a postcard, ya know? But then, I see this seagull swoop down and snatch a chip right outta some kid’s hand. I’m cracking up! The kid’s face was priceless.
Finally, the alarm stops, and I get back to work. I’m hammering away, and I swear, I’m in the zone. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mum. She’s like, “You still single?” I’m like, “Mum, I’m busy makin’ stoves!” She just laughs and says, “Well, maybe make a stove for a nice girl?” Ugh, thanks, Mum.
As the day goes on, I finally finish this beautiful stove. It’s got all the bells and whistles. I’m so proud! I decide to take it down to the market on the square. Gotta show it off, right?
But when I get there, it’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing. I set up my stall, and just as I’m about to show off my masterpiece, it starts to rain. Of course! Just my luck. I’m scrambling to cover the stove with a tarp, and I’m soaked.
But then, this lovely couple comes over. They’re like, “Wow, that’s a stunning stove!” I’m grinning like a fool. We chat, and they end up buying it! I’m over the moon!
After that, I head to the pub on the corner of Boverton Road. I need a pint after that madness. I sit down, and the bartender, Sam, pours me a cold one. I’m telling him about my day, and he’s just laughing. “Only in Llantwit, mate!” he says.
So, I’m sitting there, sipping my pint, thinking about how wild the day was. From burnt toast to selling a stove in the rain, Llantwit-Major really knows how to keep ya on your toes. I love this place, quirks and all.
And that’s a wrap on my crazy day! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.