I lived there too (Belswains Lane). We left in 1980. So when my daughter started work in London, her boss (a real brash Londoner) told her she was on a 2-day assignment in some God-forsaken town in the sticks, ‘Have you heard of it? It’s called Hemel Hempstead?’ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘It’s on my birth certificate.’
“We start school too early in the UK!”


