Man, what a day! I swear, New-Milton’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. Woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ the weight of the world. You know how it is, right? Just another day in the life of a shearer.
So, I’m headin’ down Station Road, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Yeah, right! First off, I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My boots are soaked. Great start, huh?
I finally get to the sheep farm on the outskirts. It’s a proper scene, all green fields and fluffy clouds. But then, outta nowhere, the sheep decide they wanna play hide and seek. I’m chasin’ these little fluffballs all over the place. I mean, c’mon! They’re supposed to be dumb, right? But these guys? They’re like ninjas!
After an hour of that madness, I’m knackered. I finally get ‘em all sheared, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I get a call from me mate, Dave. He’s like, “Oi, you gotta come to the pub!” I’m thinkin’, “I just wanna go home and nap.” But nah, I can’t say no to a pint.
So, I head over to The White Horse on the High Street. It’s packed, as usual. I grab a pint of cider, and it’s like heaven in a glass. But then, I see this bloke, right? He’s spillin’ his drink everywhere, laughin’ like a lunatic. I’m like, “Mate, chill out!” But he just keeps goin’.
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. I’m standin’ there, soaked from the rain, covered in sheep wool, and now I’m outside in the cold. Just my luck!
But then, I see this lass, right? She’s laughin’ her head off. I can’t help but smile. We start talkin’, and she’s from the next town over, Lymington. We hit it off, and I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”
After the fire alarm drama, we head back inside. The vibe’s all good again. I’m tellin’ her about my day, and she’s crackin’ up. I mean, who wouldn’t laugh at a bloke chasin’ sheep?
But then, just when I think it’s all smooth sailin’, I get a text from me boss. “Need you back at the farm ASAP.” I’m like, “Are you serious?” I just wanna enjoy me pint! But duty calls, right?
So, I say me goodbyes, and I’m off again. Back to the farm, and guess what? The sheep are out again! I’m losin’ me mind! I swear, these sheep have it out for me.
Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, I get ‘em all sorted. I’m dead on me feet, but I can’t help but laugh. It’s been a wild ride, that’s for sure.
As I’m walkin’ home, I think about the day. It was a mess, but it was my mess. New-Milton, with its quirky streets and mad people, it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to more days like this. Bring on the sheep, the pints, and the unexpected! Cheers!