Life for Lola

I've got a feeling in my water (curable, I'm sure with a drop of cranberry juice) that it's going to be a nice week. I'm sure, globally speaking, a handful of soldiers will die in Iraq, a lady in Wiltshire will give birth to conjoined twins and the body of a civil servant - missing since the August bank holiday in 1957 - will be discovered in a lock up in East Grinstead.

But for me it will be a good one, sprinkled here and there with shock and surprise. Old Jonathan Cainer reckons I am going to be treated to a rare gift from the sky - I don't know what that's about but I narrowly missed seagull shit yesterday.