Life for Lola

Well, I've had an absolutely marvellous weekend, an absolute tonic. Friday the ladyfriend and I went up to Hoo Hing for a little light shopping. I picked up a few whiffy packets of this and that and toyed with a huge bottle of chilli sauce which would have made your eyes water. As we were in the area we went along to IKEA filled a yellow bag with napkins, a plant pot and a handy stool which will enable me to open and close the window blind in the kitchen at Eastbourne. It's a self assembly job which will fit discreetly behind the bin and will save me clambering over worktops in my night attire.

Saturday the ladyfriend and I took leave of our sofa slut senses and walked from Bourne End into Marlow and back. For those that don't know the route, it is quite a walk but an invigorating one as it passes along the Thames. The weather was fantastic and it was an absolute delight. We lunched in Marlow and to our surprise caught site of Michelle & Sarah (fellow spinsters of this parish). We were not surprised to see them guzzling alcohol, they always know how to pack a good picnic.

We cracked on with our walk back to Bourne End and as we entered Bourne End Marina we met Diane and her husband Mick, making their boat ship shape for the summer. Then, we met pregnant Fiona and her husband Nick. THEN we saw the successful film director Steven Spielberg strolling along the towpath. Amazing.

Saturday night was quite a delight as it was out with my favourite pair of "double d's" Dawn and Dave. They picked us up in their Roller, I've never felt such luxury since I slipped on a new pair of panties from M&S. Such comfort! I felt like Elkie Brooks enroute to a sell out concert at the Reading Hexagon. Alas I was not clutching a bottle of champagne but half a bottle of Shiraz from an Indian Restaurant but the thought was there.

Such visions I had when my head hit the pillow, I don't know if it was the food colouring but I was certainly taken to a happy place. I saw mountains and twinkly stars, it was quite magical.

Sunday, hanging as usual after a night out with the Double D's. All we could muster was a country drive and a little light gardening. The week ahead is fit to bursting: an evening course, may day madrigals and the Lord Mayor - I can't wait!