Life for Lola

My insides are not me own. I put it down to "pierce the film lid and place on a baking tray." I'll never eat prosessed food again. Ad nauseum.

This weekend I intend to atone for my gastric sin by feeding on bread and Perrier. Infact, I must catch up with myself, I shall have a candle-lit bath (never left un-attended) I shall add salt and rub a ripe avocado over my boat. I may even dig out an old Enya cd and scatter rose petals.

The Ladyfriend and I intend to romp over Beachy Head this weekend so if anyone fancies a flash mob we will convene by the Brewers Fayre at 2pm.