Man, what a day! I swear, Neilston’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, it’s just a suggestion, right? So, I’m rushin’ outta my flat on Main Street, tryna grab a coffee from that wee café, The Coffee Stop. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one.
So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging the usual crowd of old folks gossiping outside the post office. Seriously, they could talk the ears off a statue. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and guess what? They messed up my order! I asked for a flat white, and they gave me a cappuccino. Like, come on! I’m not a frothy kinda person.
I’m fuming, but whatever. I take a sip, and it’s actually not bad. Maybe I’ll survive this day after all. So, I head over to the park on the corner of Neilston Road. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids runnin’ around, dogs chasing their tails. I sit on a bench, tryin’ to chill, but then I see this guy, right? He’s walkin’ his cat on a leash. A CAT! Who does that? I mean, I love cats, but c’mon, man.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Typical Scottish weather, eh? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” So, I dash to the nearest bus stop on Church Street. I’m soaked, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this bus pull up, and it’s the right one! Lucky me, right?
I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze in next to this woman who’s got a million bags. I’m talkin’ like she’s movin’ house or somethin’. She’s got a wee dog in her lap, and it’s lookin’ at me like I’m the enemy. I’m tryin’ to ignore it, but it keeps sniffin’ my leg. I’m like, “Chill, pup. I’m not your snack.”
Finally, we get to the town center, and I’m off to meet my mate, Jamie. We’re supposed to hit up the Neilston Leisure Centre. I’m thinkin’ a swim will clear my head. But Jamie’s late. Typical. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost tourist.
When he finally shows up, he’s got this ridiculous grin. Turns out, he just got a new job. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous. I mean, I’m still stuck in this editing gig, and he’s off livin’ the dream. We hit the pool, and I’m tryin’ to keep up with him. Spoiler alert: I can’t. He’s like a fish, and I’m more like a rock.
After the swim, we’re both knackered. We decide to grab some grub at The Neilston Inn. Best fish and chips in town, no doubt. I’m chattin’ away, and then I see this guy at the bar. He’s wearin’ a kilt. A full-on kilt! I’m like, “Is it a special occasion or just Tuesday?” Turns out, it’s his birthday. He’s buyin’ everyone drinks. I’m thinkin’, “This is my kinda party!”
So, we end up havin’ a laugh with him and his mates. They’re all from around here, and they start tellin’ us stories about Neilston. Like, did you know there’s a ghost in the old church on Main Street? Apparently, it’s a wee girl who lost her doll. Creepy, right?
By the end of the night, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy. I mean, who knew Neilston could be so lively? I stumble home, still buzzin’ from the night. I pass by the old railway station, and it hits me how much I love this place. It’s quirky, it’s weird, but it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day in Neilston. Full of ups and downs, but mostly just a reminder that life’s a bit mad, and that’s what makes it fun. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!