Oooh, aint it 'ot? My lallies are on full view to the public atlast. Well, I have had a loverly time of it. I've been to Brighton - fabulous, been to see the Matrix......hmmm, been up to Camden - fun, if not a lil riffy, bought some tomato plants - saucy and been camping in the New Forest. I have as they say been around. Yesterday the Ladyfriend and I were paddling in the solent and have red patches to show for it. We did use protection but I forgot my feet and they don't arf smart.
The rollercoaster doesn't end there! Oh no, today we are off to Uxbridge, tonight I am going to whip up something Thai, tomorrow we are going to picnic in eastbourne and sunday we are off to see a swordsmith who needs a website. If my life was anymore jampacked I would look like the Robinson's gollywog. I am off now to apply some factor 15.

I am like a freshly poured glass of pomagne this morning, bubbly, cheeky and full of expectation as this is my last day at work. In just under nine hours I will let slip the chains of my toil and enter the warm glow of my holiday! I think waiting to be on holiday is far greater than actually being on holiday..........actually scrap that thought.
I hope this weather picks up. So much rain. I feel quite unsettled by it. I would rather not go camping in drizzle. I intended to paint beautiful sunsets and vistas, I won't be able to master watercolours in a downpour. My landscapes will come out like something an abused child might produce for a psychiatrist. My school of art leans towards the Bobby Sands and I can do with all the help I can get. I think I stand a better chance with charcoals.

I drove to work this morning in a bit of a haze and can't remember any 'mirror, signal, maneuvers'. I did look out for the invisible motorcyclist like I always do since that dreadful advertisement but I never saw him. No, I think the mini and I both know it's over. Gone is the fun, the passion, the happiness. We are both going through the motions. It's a desperate situation - one I have been through before - and I know it can't last like this for much longer. When she passes her MOT she'll be on the market, out of my life, only this time I come out of it with some lolly.

Hope this weather situation picks up a bit, chances of going camping next week are getting dimmer and dimmer. I like life under canvas and the ladyfriend and I are all ready and raring to go. It's going to take a huge leap in temperatures to convince us to sleep outside, we are game old girls but we aint Edmund Hilary.

Whilst bathing in soapy suds this morning I heard the next door neighbour singing her little heart out to Ronan Keating rollercoaster song. Now, normally of a morning she effs and blinds at her little kids to get ready for school but today the universal appeal of Ronan Keating stopped her from traumatising her kiddies for one morning. Do you know she was rather good. She is only a slight woman, infact, I shouldn't say it, but she reminds me of Sarah Payne's crusading mother. The same sparrow like features, lank hair and earthy qualities.
I wonder if in her day - before the kiddies - she was a professional singer working the club circuit with dreams like you and I of stardom and a rambling house in the Cotswolds. Now she is a little bird caged with demanding children and a short temper, oh fate is cruel. Perhaps one day she will take to the stage again and pursue her obvious talent, I do hope so, for the kiddies sake if anyones.

Like the whiff of an autumn afternoon the ladyfriend and I have caught the smell of completion coming closer. Phoned the solicitor this morning and she reckons it will be in the next five days. It is indeed good news. Old Michele with only one L is the best solicitor in the world. She's as bright as a shiny new penny and may god bless her because she's saved the ladyfriend and I a bob or two and that's the truth. Aaah Eastbourne, that gem on the English coastline is getting ever closer. The ladyfriend and I are on tenterhooks.

I bought the new Eddi Reader album at the weekend. I made sure I bought it in a local shop for local people. I do not like to use chain stores as they are the devil's very own outlet store. I hate them and their buy three cds for £20 racks. The aisles of DVDs and over pricing. Give money to your local community is what I say, not Mr Branston Pickle.

One more week of work and then the ladyfriend and I are en vacances!

The ladyfriend and I went to see a talkie last night. It was Actors starring Michael caine. There were not many of us in the cinema, infact I don't think we numbered more than twenty which was incredible for 'Hettie Night' (for those unsure this is either Friday or Saturday night when most establishments with entertainment value are taken over by Heterosexuals with their loud, garish and unsophisticated ways). I don't know if it was the dissapointing cup final result that kept people away or the threat of a dirty bomb but I was glad to have a clear view of the screen. A huge man sat next to me who gurgled everytime an attractive lady appeared. I should imagine it must have been quite annoying for his wife/girlfriend who he was sitting with to hear his vocal leering. Horrid man.
The ladyfriend and I have set sail on the high seas of fat loss. The door to the cellar has been plastered over. I am not allowed to cook tempting treats. We took half an hour to choose two sandwhiches is Tesco yesterday. It's a minefield for the obese that place.

Have you heard a cuckoo yet? Me neither. I read this morning (rather late for work by the way-but hey) in my country living magazine about light pollution and the disastrous effects on wildlife. It was quite illuminating. Do you know it's very difficult to find darkness in the UK these days? There is nothing as wonderful to me than a blanket of stars and it does worry me that future generations will just about be able to make out the moon because of city sprawl. So I say to you 'put that light out' don't add to toads being squashed and blackbirds up all hours. Become a careful consumer and buy low wattage bulbs. Pull your curtains, write to your MP, keep your polluting ways to yourselves and buy a telescope.

Had to cover my delicates last night, there was a warning of ground frost and if correct, my sweetpeas would have bought it. I used the Daily Mail to shield them from Mother Nature's wrath. It is probably the only good that vile paper has done for a very long time.

Came to work this morning and was put in a dreadful position. Someone who is not normally prone to a lot of makeup is suddenly covered in the stuff, head to toe in slap. A little too much glamour for the workplace. Is she off out dancing in her lunchbreak? What do you do? I always feel very uneasy in these situations. It's like when someone sports a completely different hairstyle and life is supposed to 'carry on'. Do you mention it? Or do you ignore it? I intend to stay out of her way for the rest of the day. My time at work is bad enough to have to put up with more upset.

Had a phone call from a woman last night called Ruth. I don't know anyone called Ruth.

My life seems to be like the inbox of my hotmail account overflowing with people hassling me about one thing and another. Someone trying to sell me smut, another a mortgage and someone else who can offer me a vast improvement in my sex life, all this and save me hundreds of pounds! I don't know, one day at a time sweet Jesus.

This morning I breakfasted in the garden and watched the sparrows dive bombing for bread on the lawn. It was very calming and I am sure the very best thing for a soul. I could hear the country coming to life as I trained my sweetpeas up their poles and thought how wonderful it is to be in England in summertime.

I am reaching the end of a rather demanding week. I have just today to get through and it'll be time to put my pens and pencils away until Monday when it will all start again. I have of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth and I blame this place [work] and I intend to hire deckchairs in Eastbourne or black up and do a 'turn' at the end of the pier. Talking of blacking up, what is this Trafalgar square nonsense? Click here if you don't know I think Mandella is a fabulous chap and all that but really, Trafalgar square? No, no, no, there is only room for one Nelson there! If we start putting up statues of johnny foreigners who have done great things with their lives it would end up looking like a chess board not a monument to a great British victory against the bloody French Click here for more I'm sure the statue would look marvellous in say, a shopping Mall which there are plenty. I think far better would be a statue of Ellen Mcarthur would be more apt. With her naval connections she would look splendid on a plinth beneath Nelson. I am sure, being dimunitive in stature she would not cost a lot to produce.

Awoke this morning alarmed and in a state of flux as my left arm was slumped over my chest limp and lifeless! Quelle horror! I had to resusitate my limb spit spot. It gave me a sharp awakening into the sad world of the paraplegic. Tried to return to my slumber as it was only 5am but the sound of the dawn chorus was so great I had to get up and join Breakfast tv.

Had a stroke of luck yesterday afternoon thanks to Maureen. Her horse Cressex Katie came in first at the 3:10 at Bath. I've scooped £21! I am torn between a bottle of Veuve Clicquot or a cycle rack for the car..............very sad to say the bike rack is winning in the practicality stakes.

Feel like Hattie Jaques this morning. Had a bit of a feeding frenzy this weekend and feel I have consumed enough to sustain three body builders attempting to win Mr Universe. I shall eat grass and distilled water for the rest of the week.
Bit of a tv clash tonight, there's the football on ITV and the new series of Cutting it on BBC1...it's going to be a tough one to call at chez Lola tonight.
Saw a Plymouth Brethren coming out of a petrol station this morning, I wonder if their heads ever itch from their scarf wearing. It must be a lovely release when it comes off in the bath......or does it?

Gone tits up again, I am having trouble with the Netscape, heap of junk spoiling my pretty ideas.

Hooooraaay, now we are cooking with gas! Life for Lola up 'n' running!

It's all gone a bit tits up here at Life for Lola, my new design works fine and dandy in internet explorer but goes quite quite odd in Netscape, so I have put this default thing up for now.
It's May 1st today so don't forget to dance round you pole. This weekend looks like an absolute washout. The weather in England is so predictable when it comes to bank holidays. I shall be standing with my nose pressed up against a steamy wet window this weekend I know it with the grass growing higher and my walking boots dejected in a dark cupboard.