Far away from the city smog and hustle of everyday inner-city life.
Is the dreaded peace, quiet and bore, of the small suburban district I call home.
Where the condition of the roads is more of an issue than inner-city poverty and drug addictions.
Today, was a day like any other;
drunken, underage adolescents drinking beer in the park, disgruntled old men tisking at them as they walk by with their dogs.
Busy, young professionals rushing to their corresponding bus stops and metro stations.
Pensioners getting in their way almost on purpose it would seem, as they have no better to do.
As for me?
I walked to the center to withdraw some money from the ATM.
As I needed to go into the city center to cash in a check into my fathers account.
I was pumped full of adrenaline and excitement as I walked to the ATM.
”What other wonders could today hold, I wonder.”
I arrived at the ATM to find I had forgotten my bank card, and so begrudgingly I took up the task of walking home and fetching the card.
Might I add the excitement and adrenaline had since perished.
Now I had the money all I had to do was return home and find the check, simple right?
Don’t be so naive!
I rummaged through the drawers where it was supposed to be, only to find it was nowhere to be found. the bank was due to close within the next hour or so.
Alas, I decided to sit down and have a cup of tea and a cheese and pickle sandwich.
When I saw it!
The check had been hiding under the corner of the coffee table. Typical!
I had under and hour to get to the bank. The next train was due in ten minutes.
Feeling the pressure, I rushed to the metro station.
Only to miss the train. The bank was to close at five O’clock.
the time now was four thirty. the next train was due in seven minutes.
I jumped on to the train, and after fifteen minutes I had arrived with only minutes to spare.
Now feeling like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, I started to run through the station into the city, running like a mad man.
I approached the bank. Would it be open ?
I arrived with a minute to spare and was the last client of the day.
I left the bank and bought and cold drink and went home for some well deserved dinner.
That my readers is the excitement that could only come in an English suburb!
© Alex Turner 2015