Chesterfield has a horse and cart for collecting the market rubbish. We were watching the horse whilst eating our lunch 'out' which consisted of leaning against the wall of M&S and eating our pastries bought form the bakers. We know how to live.
One passerby gave her a polo mint which was gratefully received, then came a young girl, she found some bits of leftover carrot on the ground, and fed them to the horse. After that things went a little downhill with horse and local resident relations. Every time someone came to stroke the horses nose, it would shake its head and and act a bit frustrated. One woman was just walking past and the horse went for her cardigan. I blame the sugar.
We went into Chesterfield to get me a haircut - but there was such a large queue at my hairdresser of choice, I gave up on the idea, it looks like I'm growing my hair, hopefully not as long as the Chesterfield horse.
The over 70s travel club (as Leanne call them), Leanne's parents and my Mum return from Tuscany this evening. We have had the house to ourselves, so it will be a bit of a shock - and then Kiwi friends arrive on Sunday for two nights - certainly a full house!
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