Life for Lola

Last night the Ladyfriend and I were shopping for Cumberland sausage and the old mobile rang and there I was chatting gamely away somewhere between the dry goods and the pickled onions. As mobile phones are becoming more commonplace I have become slightly less embarassed about talking into them in public spaces. I skulked in a doorway in Rye with one on Saturday and last night I tried to keep it down but I think I am growing in confidence. You won't catch me proudly barking into one oblivious to others but I think I have hit that wall of shame and passed through it.

Today I have a publicity officer from Ealing Council coming to see me which is nice. I'm not a good mixer so I hope he doesn't stay too long.