Life for Lola

Last night we were walking along Eastbourne seafront going by one of the big hotels by the pier. I don't know if you are familiar, but one of them has a glass window where all the old people sit drinking, eating and watching the world - and their lives - go by. I spotted this bloke with the worst syrup I have ever seen, it looked like a badly flattened hamster. I couldn't keep my eyes off it and as a consequence, didn't see the lamp post that I walked into. Oh it could have been nasty, thankfully my generously proportioned bust got the full brunt and saved me from breaking my nose! He who laughs last as they say.

By the way Super Stepdad, I was plugged into my modem.