As a precaution against such horrors I set in motion a plan of distraction. I had a meeting in Horsham on the 1st in the morning. Mr Him
The day arrived and I turned the radio off on the drive over so as I could listen out for the telling sounds of dingling dangly leg bells as he navigated the clutch. However, the journey was accompanied by the blissful sound of crunching as he changed gear and not one single dingle dangle. I felt safe to leave him for half an hour.
Once my meeting was over Mr Him met me in town looking exceedingly jaunty. He had a bit of a bounce to his step. He hadn't found a darn May Pole had he? I was afraid to ask. In fact I sooo didn't want to think about it that I had to shop.
After said shopping expedition I felt sustained enough to venture forth into Horsham of old surreptiously looking for a May pole. I had to know, dear reader.
Horsham is mentioned in the Doomsday Book. (well it would be wouldn't it given Mr Him growing up there.) It is one of 3 towns in Britain to have a Carfax according to Mr Him. It has a bandstand in the Carfax nowadays
This was the old wool market according to Mr Him. Now a restaurant that we will visit one day.
Mr Him's baby sister was married in this church a few years ago.
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