Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Oxted really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Little did I know...
First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? Oxted ain’t usually this busy. I’m dodging folks left and right. I swear, I almost tripped over some kid’s scooter. Seriously, who lets their kid ride that thing in a crowd? Anyway, I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at the local café, The Coffee Lounge. Best flat white in town, no cap.
But guess what? They’re outta oat milk! Oat milk! I mean, come on! I’m not a monster; I just wanted my coffee without feeling like I’m drinking liquid cardboard. So, I settle for regular milk. Ugh.
Then, I head over to the Oxted train station. I’m thinkin’ I’ll catch a quick train to East Grinstead for some fresh air. But nah, the train’s delayed. Classic. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”
While I’m waitin’, I spot this old dude on the bench. He’s got a massive beard, like, Gandalf-level. And he’s feeding pigeons. I mean, who even does that? But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a piece of bread right outta his hand! I’m dying! The guy’s all flustered, flappin’ his arms like he’s tryin’ to take off.
Finally, the train rolls in. I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he’s been marinating in garlic and a lady who’s on her phone, yappin’ about her cat’s diet. I’m just tryin’ to zone out, but it’s impossible.
We get to East Grinstead, and I’m like, “Thank the heavens!” I step off, take a deep breath, and boom! It starts pouring. Of course! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m thinkin’, “Why do I even bother?”
But then, I see this little park, the East Grinstead Memorial Park. It’s got this cute little pond, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s make the best of it.” I sit on a bench, watchin’ the ducks. They’re quackin’ away, livin’ their best life. I’m jealous, honestly.
After a bit, I decide to head back to Oxted. I’m soaked, but whatever. I’m walkin’ back to the station, and I pass by the Oxted School. Man, those kids are loud! They’re all runnin’ around, playin’ tag or whatever. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of simpler times, ya know?
I finally get back to Oxted, and I’m like, “I need food.” I hit up The Bull Inn. Best pub grub ever! I order a burger, and it’s massive. Like, I’m talkin’ a mountain of a burger. I take a bite, and it’s pure bliss.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, askin’ if I wanna go climb some hills tomorrow. I’m like, “Dude, I just survived Oxted today. Can’t we just chill?” But deep down, I know I’ll say yes.
So, I finish my meal, head home, and crash. What a day, right? Oxted, you wild! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.