Life for Lola

Up early this morning and with glee I tramped downstairs to take from the fridge my lardy fat seed cakes that I made yesterday for the birds. They had set wonderfully - not like the suet fiasco last week. I crumpled across the frosty grass and tied my first one to a tree and retired gracefully to the warmth of the drawing room and waited...........and waited.....and then tres jolie the sparrows swung and feasted upon it!

Very excited about it all, hopefully they will eat that one all up and not leave it decomposing like an eighteenth century highwayman strung up on the outside of town. That's what happened to the bag of nuts.

I sat this morning reading the penny dreadfulls and wonder if it would be possible to put an end to that horrible little man Paul Burrell. Talk about problems with "staff", I only hope the palace have learnt their lesson and have set new guidelines in their HRH Human Resources department.

The misguided little twerp has got this peculiar idea of self importance, dillusions of grandeur and an insatiable appetite for self publicity.........I wonder who he caught that off?