Life for Lola

Filthy morning, it's dark and it's bucketing down. Driving to work I saw a shadowy figure trying to cross the road, I slowed down and flicked the headlamps to indicate that I would quite happily let him cross the King's highway.

He was a young boy about 11 dressed in his school uniform with no coat, just a blazer. By the time he gets to school after waiting at a vandalised bus shelter he will be wet through. I've no doubt the radiators wont be on when he gets there, he will be forced to dress in his P.E kit or wear lost property jumpers - oh the shame of it.

This little incident and the subsequent bullying will quite possibly ruin the rest of the boy's academic life, he will end up working in B&Q all for the want of an overcoat.