Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Nose, right? Yeah, that’s my gig. I sniff out scents for a living. Sounds weird? It is. But today in Locharbriggs, it was a whole different level of crazy.
First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. So, I’m rushing outta my flat on Main Street, tripping over my own feet. Classic me. I grab a quick cuppa from the corner shop on the High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy sign? Yeah, that one. The coffee was burnt, but I chugged it anyway. Needed the caffeine, ya know?
So, I’m walking down the street, and bam! I smell something. Like, really strong. It’s coming from the old bakery on the corner of Locharbriggs Road. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, they were baking fresh scones. I mean, who can resist that? I pop in, and the smell hits me like a brick wall. I’m practically drooling. I grab a scone, and it’s still warm. Best decision ever!
But then, as I’m munching away, I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a bunch of kids from the primary school on the corner of the street. They’re all shouting and running around like headless chickens. Apparently, someone’s lost their pet rabbit. A rabbit! In Locharbriggs! I can’t even. So, I join the search party. I’m sniffing around, trying to catch a whiff of bunny. Spoiler alert: no luck.
After an hour of chasing my tail, I’m exhausted. I sit down on a bench near the park on the other side of the road. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still fuming about that rabbit. I mean, how does a rabbit just disappear? I’m thinking, “This is Locharbriggs, not some magical land!”
Then, outta nowhere, I spot this old bloke walking his dog. The dog’s got this ridiculous haircut, like it just came from a bad salon. I can’t help but laugh. The old guy catches my eye and starts chatting. Turns out, he’s lived here forever. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobbled and the pubs were packed. I’m like, “Wow, that sounds epic!”
But then, just as I’m getting into it, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are you? We need you at the distillery!” I’m thinking, “Seriously? Can’t a Nose catch a break?” So, I dash over to the distillery on the outskirts of town.
When I get there, the smell hits me. It’s a mix of malt and something sweet. I’m in heaven. But then, I see the workers looking all stressed. Apparently, they’ve got a batch gone wrong. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I start sniffing around, trying to figure out what’s off.
And then it hits me. They used the wrong yeast. I’m like, “Guys, you can’t be serious!” I mean, who does that? So, I give them my two cents, and they’re all grateful. I’m feeling like a hero for a hot minute.
But then, just as I’m about to leave, I get a whiff of something else. It’s that same burnt smell from the coffee shop! I’m like, “No way!” Turns out, the distillery’s right next to the old bakery. I can’t escape it!
Finally, I head home, totally knackered. I plop down on my couch, and I’m just thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, man. From scones to lost rabbits to saving the distillery. Locharbriggs, you’ve got my heart racing.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna chill and dream about that perfect scone. Life’s weird, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.