Life for Lola

Back from a weekend camping in Avalon and the trench foot has just about cleared up. God blind my eye did it rain. It was a shame, I like the pitter patter of rain on canvas but when it's relentless it does lose its appeal. It was a lovely campsite. Bunnies and birds all over the place - quite magical. I recommend it highly. There were a few weirdy beardies there - it was Glastonbury afterall - click here if you're a happy camper.

Yesterday the ladyfriend and I were in Tesco hunter gathering the weekly shop and I was startled to find a bee in a punnet of cherry tomatoes. I turned the package carefully as one false move and the little insect would have been crushed. Its legs were moving, all beit slowly as he had obviously been in the fridge for a long time. I checked that they were English Tomatoes as I didn't want to let loose a killer bee from Africa which would go on to mate with a Buckinghamshire bee and take out half the population of High Wycombe (would that be a bad thing?)

I then ripped open the packaging and the ladyfriend took the little fella out into the warm sunshine. It caused quite a small crowd of shoppers as we all discussed the bee's incarceration. Those gangs of chinese workers should be a bit more carefull even if they are paid tuppence a day, we can't have them destroying our habitat. It might wash in the paddy fields but that sort of behaviour won't get them far in the market gardening areas of Britain.