Life for Lola

Driving to work this morning I began to ponder about wires and leads and where on earth would we all be without them? From getting up in the morning to retiring with a mucky novel you need wires. There are wires for electricity all over the house, on pylons, telegraph poles, in the car, in the computer, you need them to make tea - a drink with jam and bread.

Take a moment now and look around you, can you see wires? I bet you can, I can see flex all over the office floor, extension leads, stuff coming out of the ceiling, my headphones have them trailing over my desk, the phone chord is all twirly next to me. My God they are taking over the world.

I have been bad with my blue tits, the nut balls that I so industriously made a few weeks ago have all gone and I have no more to replace them. The bluetits are hanging around the garden in a state of confused panic pecking at a lardy bit of string hanging from a branch - it aint good. I've got a pack of lard all ready in the fridge so tonight - if I can muster the strength - I shall get bird cake making. Poor birdies, yet more victims of my short attention span.