Who would have thought I would be writing blogs about Chesterfield on such a regular basis . They were never my intention . I wrote the first Chesterfield number 59 over five months ago without any idea that today I would be in August and writing number 174. There was never going to much of interest to write home about . A walk , a trip to the supermarket under lockdown . A complaint about having to cancel the Scandanavian holiday . No swimming , daily broadcasts from the Prime Minister or one of his sidekicks . A lack of flour and eggs . Looking back I never expected this to be still going on and ruining - yes ruining our lives . I sat early on enjoying the Spring sunshine . Sitting in the garden
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