Life for Lola

I am sitting in my seat itching like a good 'un. The ladyfriend's choice of new washing softener has proved a bit of a damp squid. We have gone back to our old one but, like unwelcome guests, the discomfort is hanging around. It will be days before we are on top of things. I don't blame the ladyfriend, I understand the need for variety, however, it is a shame that we must suffer for her whims and fancies.

Saw a lady at the bus stop on the way to work this morning with a very strange broach stuck on her coat. It was a big piece of round metal, sort of like the end of an IKEA curtain pole, perhaps it was one. Ladies of a certain age always have to pin something onto their coats for extra flourish. I prefer a fox foot myself.