Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Middleton is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the cracked window on Long Street. You know, the one that looks like it’s been through a war? Yeah, that one.
I grab my tools, head out, and boom! It’s raining. Typical Middleton, innit? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s like the sky’s havin’ a meltdown. I’m soaked before I even get to the job. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”
So, I get to Long Street, and the client’s there, fuming. Turns out, the window’s not just cracked; it’s shattered. Like, how do you even do that? I mean, it’s not a piñata! I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s all like, “I need this fixed NOW!” Chill, mate! I’m not a magician.
I start workin’, and while I’m at it, I notice this kid across the street. He’s tryin’ to ride his bike, but he’s got training wheels. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, you’re like 10!” But then I remember my own childhood. I fell off my bike like a million times. So, I’m like, “Go on, lad! You got this!”
Anyway, I’m cuttin’ glass, and I slice my finger. Ouch! Blood everywhere. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a bloody glazier.” I wrap it up, but it’s just a little cut. No biggie. But then, the client sees it and freaks out. “Are you okay?” he asks. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, just a scratch. Not my first rodeo.”
Finally, I get the window in. It’s lookin’ good, and I’m feelin’ proud. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on the new glass. I’m like, “Oi! Get off my masterpiece!” But the pigeon just stares at me, like it owns the place. I swear, it’s like the king of Long Street.
After that, I head over to the café on Market Place. I need a cuppa, right? I order a latte, and the barista’s like, “You want it hot or iced?” I’m like, “Mate, it’s raining! Hot, obviously!” I sit down, and this old bloke starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, we’re in Middleton. It’s always rubbish!”
Then, I get a call. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s stuck at the pub on King Street. Apparently, he lost a bet and has to wear a chicken suit. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly spill my latte. I’m like, “You’re a legend, mate! I’ll be there!”
So, I finish my drink and head over. King Street’s packed, and there’s Dave, strutting around in this ridiculous chicken suit. I can’t breathe from laughin’. People are takin’ pics, and he’s just owning it. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP, mate!”
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring again. I mean, seriously? I’m soaked again! We dash into the pub, and it’s packed. I grab a pint, and we’re just havin’ a laugh. I’m tellin’ him about the pigeon, and he’s like, “Only you, mate!”
As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ grateful. Middleton’s got its quirks, but it’s home. The streets, the people, the random moments. It’s all a bit mad, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Middleton. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!