Please note that, despite living in Hertford, I possess no fewer than three fleeces. And some of my best friends wear fleeces. Well, my animal friends – horses, dogs, cats, wombats, Shetland ponies and so on.
‘Hertford’s just not a fleece town,’ insisted the shop manager to someone on the phone.
‘No. I don’t know why. It’s just not a fleece sort of place. We can’t shift the fleeces. No. I’ve no idea why. It’s just not a fleece town.’
He was starting to look agitated.
I’m not sure what a fleece town is, but I tend to agree Hertford isn’t one. Ware perhaps. But not Hertford.
I even did some research and did a fleece count on the way to Waitrose. Not a single fleece. Apart from the pink one worn by a Chihuahua outside Serendipity.
Boll and I are back after a month up north. We’ve missed the gritty, urban streets of Hertford. So we bought the Herts Mercury to catch up on the buzz.
This week’s front-page top story says it all –
Crufts-bound Shih Tzu shaved during ex’s outburst – prized pooch loses hair during domestic
Almost as terrifying as Page 9 shocker –
Ware man given fine totalling £103.50 after stealing sandwich in Hoddesdon
One good thing about the new Sainsbury’s bridge is that it’s introduced us to this new view. Must be maddening for the people in those riverside houses though. And let’s hope the local swans find a new nesting spot after being ousted. Anyway – it is a pleasing view, so it gets a Nectar Point from me. As for the Sainsbury’s bridge – I’m not aware that it has a proper name. Any ideas?
Olympic tintinnabulations shook Salisbury Square in Hertford this morning at 8.12 am, as part of the national All The Bells ‘happening’.
A failed campanologist, I tintinabbulated a bit myself. But my main focus was on recording it for posterity.
Hertford All The Bells – listen in stereo
It was all very jolly, if deafening. Artistes included Hertford Mayor Jane Sartin, firefighters, police officers, cyclists, toddlers, and some quite sporty-looking elderly people.