Life for Lola

It's that time of year again when people go a little off the rails. Panic is beginning to settle in and the hours are shortening. Christmas is now only a couple of weeks off and presents need to be bought, people need their hair "doing", ulcers need to be drained so Uncles can be "out" for Christmas, sofas need delivering, kitchens need to be decorated, spare rooms need sprucing, amalgams need amalgaming and a smart trouser suit needs to be purchased for a dinner and dance.

Festive frenzy, irrational behaviour, smart cardigans to be worn at The Harvester, drunken insincerity, ostentation, tacky illuminations and pound shops.

There is a pile of Christmas cards ready to be written on my desk, I am supposed to send them to people who I have not spoken to all year. Tis the season to be ruthless so who do I cull this year? I've lined up my victim already, thought about it (and let's face it, it wasn't difficult) so the axe is gonna fall. Ding dong merrily on high.