Life for Lola

Stuck in sheer volume of traffic this morning so I was ten minutes late for work. Not much but enough to knock out my daily routine of coat off, computer on, chit chat then coffee. Add to this the fact that the boiler in this superannuated building has gone bust then you can imagine morale here, like the temperature is low.

Enroute to work this morning I watched a tree surgeon getting all strapped up ready to attempt his ascent into lofty branches. I watched him for quite a long time as the traffic slowly trickled past. It seemed to me a most fulfilling career, one with instant results and just that element of danger to keep the wits about you. Yes, I think I would like to have been a tree surgeon, do you think it is too late to retrain? It is certainly a lovely time of year to be at one with nature. Trees are so much more easier to identify when they are turning leaf, an absolute boon to the tree surgeon I should imagine, it must halve the risk of lopping the wrong branches and the furore such an act would cause.