Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian, right? Just your average book nerd in Runcorn, UK. But today? Today was anything but average.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed like a cat on a hot tin roof. Rushed through my morning routine, which is basically just slapping on some clothes and hoping I don’t look like a zombie. Spoiler: I did.
I dashed outta my flat on High Street, nearly tripping over my own feet. Runcorn’s streets are a maze, I swear. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to have all these weird twists and turns? I was practically sprinting down Church Street, dodging the morning crowd.
Then, bam! I bumped into Mrs. Thompson. You know, the one who always wants to chat about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I love her, but I was like, “Not today, Mrs. T!” But she caught me anyway. “Have you seen Mr. Whiskers?” she asked. I just nodded and said, “Yeah, he’s probably plotting world domination.” She laughed, bless her heart.
Finally made it to the library, and it was chaos. Kids everywhere! I mean, it’s a library, not a playground! They were running around like they were on a sugar high. I swear, I saw one kid trying to climb the shelves. I had to channel my inner librarian ninja to stop him. “Oi! Get down before you become a book!”
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm went off. Seriously? In a library? I thought it was a drill, but nope. Actual fire! Turns out, someone burnt their toast in the staff room. I mean, come on! Who can’t make toast? We all filed out onto the street, standing there like a bunch of confused penguins.
While we were outside, I spotted the old clock tower on the corner of Church Street and Granville Road. It’s such a landmark, but it’s also kinda sad. It’s been broken for ages. I thought, “Maybe it’s just like me—stuck in time.”
After the fire drama, things calmed down. I finally got to help some kids with their reading. One little girl, Lucy, was so excited about Harry Potter. She was bouncing in her seat, and I couldn’t help but smile. Kids and books, man. It’s magic.
But then, my lunch break. I decided to grab a bite at the café on Bridge Street. Big mistake. I ordered a sandwich, and it took forever. I was hangry, pacing like a lion in a cage. When it finally came, it was the wrong order! I mean, who puts tuna in a cheese sandwich? I was like, “What is this madness?”
After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I went for a walk by the canal. Runcorn’s canals are beautiful, especially on a sunny day. I sat on a bench, just watching the boats go by. It was peaceful, and I thought, “This is what life’s about.”
But then, I saw a duck. Just chilling there, quacking away. I swear it was staring at me like it knew my secrets. I laughed and thought, “Great, now I’m being judged by a duck.”
Back at the library, the day wrapped up with a surprise visit from the mayor. He was there to promote reading or something. I was like, “Dude, I’m just trying to keep the peace here!” But he was super nice, and we ended up chatting about local authors.
Finally, I closed up the library, exhausted but happy. Runcorn’s a quirky place, full of surprises. I love it, even on the crazy days. I walked home, thinking about how tomorrow could be just as wild. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find a treasure map or something.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another rollercoaster in Runcorn. Can’t wait for the next one!