Life for Lola

Off camping for the weekend tomorrow, I can't deny I'm a bit worried as the outlook for the weather is rather bleak. Temperatures will plummet at night. I'm sure I will have to end up sleeping in the shower blocks to find some form of comfort. How unreliable an English summer is. Nevermind, deposits are paid so Somerset bound 'R' us.

I am looking forward to waking up to birdsong, a most stimulating and heartwarming sound. A song centuries old, oh how I would love to know the words! I've been after a cd so that I can identify each bird but I have yet to find one. I shall have to pilfer one of those RSPB gift shops and pick up a protracting pencil emblazoned with my name at the same time. It's no lie to say I am becoming a bit of a twitcher.

Last night I found myself listening to country music and thought, "this is a nice toe-tapper." I switched off the radio in haste. I can't get into Country Music, the ladyfriend has only just come round to me liking folk music. She has the staying power of Peter Sutcliffe's wife but if I start going Nashville I'll be shown the proverbial door.