Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance investigator in New-Basford is like being in a never-ending soap opera. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I mean, who wants to deal with claims and fraud before breakfast? Not me, that’s for sure.
First stop, I’m off to the office on Radford Road. It’s a bit of a dump, but hey, it’s home. I grab a coffee from that little café on the corner—Café Nosh, I think it’s called. Best brews in New-Basford, no joke. I’m chugging my caffeine fix when I get a call. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Get to the scene on Bentinck Road. We’ve got a suspicious fire.” Great, just what I needed.
So, I hop in my car, and let me tell ya, traffic on the A60 is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some old bloke who’s going 20 in a 40 zone. I’m like, c’mon mate, it’s not a Sunday drive! Finally, I make it to Bentinck Road, and wow, the place is a mess. Fire trucks everywhere, smoke still billowing. I can feel my heart racing.
I start chatting with the locals. They’re all buzzing with gossip. “Did you hear? The owner was in debt!” “Nah, he was just trying to cash in!” It’s like a bloody reality show. I’m trying to piece together what happened, but everyone’s got their own theory. I’m thinking, “Can’t you lot just chill for a sec?”
Then, I spot the owner, a guy named Dave. He’s pacing like a caged animal. I approach him, and he’s all frantic. “I swear, I didn’t do it!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not the police. Just tell me what happened.” Turns out, he was having money troubles. Classic. But he insists it was an accident. I’m not buying it, but whatever.
After that, I head over to the pub on the corner of New Basford Road. The Old Oak, I think? Needed a pint to calm my nerves. I sit down, and the bartender, a cheeky lad named Tom, says, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, kinda.”
While I’m sipping my lager, I overhear some blokes talking about a robbery on Ilkeston Road. I’m thinking, “What is this, a crime spree?” I can’t help but eavesdrop. Apparently, they caught the guy, but he’s claiming he was framed. Classic New-Basford drama, right?
I finish my drink and head back to the office. My head’s spinning with all this info. I’m typing up my notes, and I can’t help but chuckle. This city is wild. Just yesterday, I was investigating a claim for a cat that supposedly “went missing.” Turns out, it was just chilling in the neighbor’s garden.
By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted but kinda pumped. New-Basford never fails to surprise me. I mean, where else can you have a day filled with fires, robberies, and a cat that’s living its best life?
As I drive home, I can’t help but think about how crazy life is. I love this job, even if it drives me nuts sometimes. New-Basford, you’ve got my heart, with all your quirks and chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!