Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Norton ain’t just about sheep and fields. Nah, today was a whole rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my flock. But first, coffee. Gotta have that caffeine fix.
I stroll down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People rushin’ everywhere, cars honkin’ like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a quid for every time someone nearly bumped into me, I’d be rich! I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I’m invisible. I’m just a dude in a flat cap, but still!
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old bloke, right? He’s sittin’ on a bench near the Norton Green, lookin’ all grumpy. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, cheer up! Life’s too short!” But then, he starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Classic British small talk. I nod along, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’ve got sheep to tend to!”
Finally, I make it to the fields. The sheep are all chillin’, munchin’ on grass like they own the place. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, one of ‘em decides to make a break for it! I’m chasin’ this woolly escape artist down the road, shoutin’ like a madman. “Get back here, you fluffy rebel!”
I’m runnin’ past the Norton Cemetery, and I can’t help but think, “This is not how I pictured my day.” I mean, I’m literally sprintin’ past gravestones, and I’m sure the ghosts are laughin’ at me. Finally, I catch the little rascal near the old church on Church Street. I’m pantin’ like I just ran a marathon.
After that chaos, I head to the local market. Oh man, the smell of fresh bread and pastries hits me like a brick wall. I grab a sausage roll—best thing ever! But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle over a price. Like, c’mon mate, it’s a market, not a car dealership! I’m standin’ there, rollin’ my eyes, thinkin’, “Just pay the man and move on!”
Then, I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about how he saw a fox in his garden. “A fox, in Norton?!” I’m laughin’ so hard. “What’s next, a bear?” We joke about it for a bit, and it’s nice to just chill for a moment.
But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from my neighbor. “Your sheep are out again!” I’m like, “Seriously?!” I rush back, and sure enough, there’s a whole flock wanderin’ down the street like they own the place. I’m shoutin’, “Get back here, you woolly hooligans!”
By the time I wrangle them back, I’m exhausted. I plop down on my porch, and it hits me—Norton’s a wild place. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and yeah, it can be a bit mad. But it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As the sun sets, I watch the sky turn all sorts of colors. It’s peaceful. I think about the day—full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of madness. Just another day in Norton, I guess. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.