Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Kvasnik, right? You know, the guy who brews that fizzy, fermented goodness? Well, today was a wild ride in Long-Ashton.
First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I dashed outta my flat on Long Ashton Road, nearly tripping over my own feet. Classic me.
So, I’m hustling down the street, and I’m already sweating like a pig. It’s not even 9 AM! I pass by the Long Ashton Village Hall, and I swear, it looked like it was about to fall over. Old buildings, man. They got character, but they also got that “please don’t collapse on me” vibe.
I finally get to the brewery, right? And guess what? My mate Dave, the other Kvasnik, is already there. He’s got this massive grin on his face. I’m like, “What’s up, mate?” He says, “We got a surprise delivery!” I’m thinking, “Sweet, more ingredients!” But nah, it’s a whole shipment of lemons. Lemons! Who even needs that many lemons?
Anyway, we start brewing, and I’m trying to make the best of it. I’m squeezing lemons like I’m in some weird citrus competition. And then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Turns out, someone burnt their toast in the break room. Classic Long-Ashton chaos, right?
After that, I needed a breather. So, I head out to the local park, the one by the Long Ashton Community Centre. It’s a nice spot, but today? It was packed. Kids running around, dogs barking, and this one dude playing the bagpipes. I mean, come on! Who plays bagpipes in a park? I couldn’t help but laugh.
Then, I bumped into this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins. She’s a legend around here. Always has a story. She starts telling me about the time she met the Queen. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. Jenkins, whatever you say!” But honestly, I love her stories. They’re like a time capsule of Long-Ashton.
After that, I’m feeling all inspired, so I head back to the brewery. We’re mixing up the kvas, and I’m feeling good. But then, Dave spills a whole batch. I’m fuming! “Dude, what were you thinking?” He just shrugs, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s just kvas, right?
Later, we decide to take a break and grab some grub. We hit up this little café on Weston Road. Best bacon sarnies in town, no joke. I’m chowing down, and suddenly, I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What’s next? A unicyclist?”
So, I finish my sarnie, and we head back to the brewery. The day’s winding down, and I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I look around at the brewery, the streets of Long-Ashton, and I think, “This is my life.”
As I’m cleaning up, I can’t help but smile. Long-Ashton may be quirky, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen. But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!