Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a watchmaker in Poulton-le-Fylde can be a wild ride. So, I woke up this mornin’, right? Sun’s shinin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill. First off, I’m strollin’ down Blackpool Road, just mindin’ my own business, when I spot this old bloke tryin’ to fix his bike. I mean, c’mon mate, it’s a bike, not a bloody watch! I chuckle a bit, but then he looks at me like I’m the one who’s lost it. I’m like, “Dude, I fix watches, not wheels!” He just grumbles and goes back to his rusty old thing. Classic Poulton, right? Everyone’s got their own little dramas. So, I finally get to my shop on Market Place. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? Got my tools all laid out, and the smell of old wood and metal fills the air. I love it. But then, bam! My first customer of the day walks in. It’s Mrs. Thompson, bless her heart. She’s got this ancient pocket watch that looks like it’s been through the wars. I swear, it’s older than me! She’s all like, “Can ya fix it, love?” And I’m thinkin’, “Sure, if I can find the parts in this mess.” I mean, I’ve got bits and bobs everywhere. I’m diggin’ through drawers, and I find a spring that’s probably from the 1800s. I’m like, “This’ll do!” But then, I drop it. Of course, I drop it. It bounces under the workbench, and I’m on my hands and knees like a dog lookin’ for a bone. While I’m down there, I hear a commotion outside. I poke my head out, and there’s a bunch of kids runnin’ around, playin’ footy in the street. They’re shoutin’ and laughin’, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a lad, kickin’ a ball around on Breck Road. Good times, man. But then, one of ‘em kicks the ball too hard, and it smashes into my shop window! I’m like, “Oi! Watch it!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids these days, right? I’m fumin’ but also kinda amused. I mean, it’s just a window. I’ll fix it later. After that, I finally get back to Mrs. Thompson. I fix her watch, and she’s over the moon. “You’re a miracle worker!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just a bloke with some tools.” But it feels good, you know? Then, I get a call from my mate Dave. He’s at The Market Tavern, and he’s like, “C’mon down, mate! We’re havin’ a pint!” I’m like, “I can’t, I’ve got work!” But then I think, “What the heck, I deserve a break.” So, I lock up the shop and head over. The pub’s packed, as usual. I grab a pint of lager, and we start chattin’. Dave’s tellin’ me about his latest fishing trip. He caught this massive cod, or so he says. I’m like, “Yeah, right, mate. More like a goldfish!” We’re laughin’ and havin’ a good time, but then I get a text. It’s from Mrs. Thompson. “My watch is broken again!” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I rush back to the shop, and sure enough, the watch is tickin’ backwards. I’m thinkin’, “What kind of sorcery is this?” I fix it again, and this time I’m extra careful. I’m sweatin’ bullets, but I finally get it right. By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I walk home down Station Road, and the sun’s settin’. It’s beautiful, really. Poulton-le-Fylde has its charm, even with all the chaos. I think about the day— the laughs, the stress, the surprises. It’s all part of the gig, innit? So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Poulton. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!