Life for Lola

This morning I had a quick look at the lawn to check on the bird table. Pecking around the base of my feeder was a new arrival to my regular menagerie - a racing pigeon! There he was ring around his leg tucking into my mixed seed. I marvelled at his colouring and then began to wonder where he had come from. Was this a quick stop before heading off to the mountainous regions of Northern Italy or had he escaped from a few streets away? No doubt word has got round the avarian grapevine that there is good food to be had a Lola's. Yesterday I counted 12 sparrows, 3 pigeons, 2 blackbirds, 3 ducks, 7 ring turtled doves but no partridge - yet.

Tonight I'm taking the ladyfriend by the hand through the streets of London to see Lypsinka, it's the closest I will get to see Morrissey as he will be presenting him. I am worried that he may have turned from a svelte icon of my youth into Ted Bovis, the rotund comic from hi-de-hi.