Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to trees, birds, and the smell of fresh pine. But today? Today was a whole different beast. I rolled into March, UK, thinking it’d be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT. First off, I parked on Station Road. Thought I’d grab a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? “The Coffee Pot” or something. Anyway, I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and this bloke in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, come on, mate! It’s not rocket science! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, not witness a disaster. So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I step outside, and bam! It starts pouring. Typical March weather, right? I mean, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s having a meltdown. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Why did I even leave the woods today?” I decide to head down to the Market Place. You know, the heart of March. It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m walking past the shops, and I see this old lady trying to cross the road. She’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I’m like, “C’mon, love, you can do it!” But she just looks at me like I’m speaking Martian. Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bloody tractor! In the middle of the town! I mean, who brings a tractor to Market Place? I’m half-expecting a cow to pop out next. It’s March, not a farm! After that chaos, I thought I’d check out the River Nene. Maybe some peace and quiet, right? Nope! There’s a bunch of kids throwing stones into the water. I’m standing there, trying to enjoy the view, and they’re yelling like it’s the Olympics. “Look at my splash!” “Mine’s bigger!” I’m thinking, “Guys, chill! It’s just a river!” But then, I see this swan gliding by. And I’m like, “Wow, nature’s beauty!” But then it starts flapping its wings like it’s auditioning for a movie. I swear, it looked at me like I was in its way. I’m not messing with a swan, man. They’re like the bouncers of the water world. So, I’m finally heading back to my car, and I pass by the library on City Road. I used to love that place as a kid. But now? It’s all quiet and serious. I peek inside, and it’s like a tomb. I miss the days when libraries were full of kids, not just old folks shushing everyone. By now, I’m exhausted. I just wanna go home, kick off my boots, and chill with a beer. But no! I get to my car, and guess what? I’ve got a parking ticket! Seriously? For five minutes over? I’m fuming! I’m ready to write a strongly worded letter to the council. “Dear Sir or Madam, your parking enforcement is a joke!” Finally, I drive out of March, and I’m thinking, “What a day!” I mean, I love my job in the woods, but sometimes, you just gotta step out and see the madness of the city. It’s wild, it’s chaotic, and it’s definitely not for the faint-hearted. So, yeah, that was my day in March. Full of surprises, a bit of anger, and a whole lotta laughs. Can’t wait to get back to my trees. They don’t spill coffee or throw stones. Just good ol’ nature.