You can’t park that there

And so, the days of being able to park outside my flat come to an end. Yep, from today the new breed of traffic wardens are on the streets ready to pounce on anyone flouting the parking rules. Which frankly is a pain in the asphalt.

You see, I live within a long-throw of Gay Meadow. And being a Shrewsbury Town fan since birth that is a good thing. Or at least it was. I fear now that the advantage I had of being able to park on a Friday night and therefore secure my space (and, with cunning parking also a space for my dad) may be at an end.

So now I face the prospect of paying to park in St Julian’s everytime I’m not working, or else get a flood of tickets on my windscreen.

Hopefully next season, when the Shrews move to the New Meadow, the traffic wardens will follow them . . . and I will once again be able to park in peace.

Now if only I can find the so and so who keeps ripping off my wing mirror . . .