Dear Haley…

The following is a work of fiction based on recent events and experiences in Ireland. 

Dear Haley,

You’ll never guess what happened to me today. This morning I woke up to the sun beaming through my window and the smell of juicy bacon cooking and thought it was going to be a great day. I ate brown bread, bacon, and eggs and turned on the radio to listen to the weather forecast. The forecast predicted the day to be dirty. I got dressed and ready to go, grabbed my lunch and went outside to get my bike. When I got outside, I noticed my back tire looked flat. Luckily, I was able to inflate it but then I was running late for work.

On my way to work, I had no time to spare so I was peddling as fast as I could and broke a sweat. As I turned off the main road, the fog was heavy and the visibility was low. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground next to my bike and my elbow was bleeding. While I was rushing to work, a sheep ran in front of my bike. I tried to stop but it was too late. I lost control and was thrown from my bike onto the hard ground.

With only minor scrapes and no time to spare, I continued on my way to work. When I was passing the farm, Tom realized I was running late and drove me to work. Somehow, I made it to work on time and my coworker was waiting with tea and plasters. I took a sip and nearly burned the skin off of my tongue so I set it down and tended to my wounds.

My first class went smoothly and after it was time for lunch. I ate leftover bacon and potatoes from the night before. My next class did not go as smooth. The wind picked up to 10 knots with gusts of 25 knots and the temperature dropped to 15 degrees Celsius. The harsh conditions were tiring and a few of the boats capsized. After class, it took me 3 tries to get the right approach to dock the boat because the waves were so big they were crashing on top of the dock.

After class, my friend met me for dinner at the mussel farm. We had large raw oysters and sweet fresh caught mussels with brown bread. After dinner, he put my bike in the back of his car, we got 99 cones and went to the pub to grab a Guinness and listen to live music.

When I arrived home, I took care of my scrapes from the morning, took a shower and turned on the radio for the next day’s marine forecast. The weather looks much better for tomorrow so hopefully, I’ll be able to see a sheep before it runs in front of my bike. I can’t wait to get rest and do it all again tomorrow.

Talk to you soon,

Your Twin

One Reply to “Dear Haley…”

  1. Hi Haley — I just changed one word… I made bandaids into plasters as that’s what they call them here 🙂

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