Life for Lola

An image that has haunted me all morning: on my merry way to work I caught a glimpse of a toddler banging at a bedroom window as the car headed on. It made me wonder, was the kiddy trying to attract attention. Was he a toddler in peril or was he just on a destructive path which will find him in an institution in later years?

Life is full of half glances which I don't know the end of. They are like films or programmes that you just watch five minutes of and don't reach the end. Bits of 'Bargain Hunt' that are on as I wait for the ladyfriend to get ready. How did the red team do? Was the toddler at the window in trouble? I will never know.

This weekend we are off to Eastbourne, with a good wind behind us (which is more than likely with this bizarre weather for July) there will be a salty sea breeze in my hair by 8pm. I don't half fancy a bacon butty on the seafront for breakfast.