Life for Lola

Well disaster has struck chez Ladyfriend and I. The washing machine has finally given up after two year's hard labour. We were greeted with a splurge on the kitchen floor yesterday and with no mangle to hand we were ringing out our delicates at 11pm. What a terrible blow to our holiday countdown. It's thrown a veritable spanner in the works. Thankfully my wonderful mother has kindly agreed to take in some coloureds at lunchtime. The bedding will just have to 'ride' for a little longer than planned. Merde.

The ladyfriend thinks the fault can be fixed but I know deep down that these consumables are made to break to keep the buggers in trade. Oh bring back the golden age of British manufacturing! It's telling to see old cars on the road - the mini and the morris minor - I doubt in ten years time we will see a punto at the pumps! No, I should imagine we will be found wandering the white goods aisle of Comet before the week is out.

The ladyfriend is out with Mizz Diane tonight. No doubt she will return home smelling of exotic food and hard liquor.