Life for Lola

A bit of a struggle to get out of bed this morning. I must say I felt a bit like Paula Radcliffe. Give me Mount Everst any day then the monumental task of getting out of bed for work. The ladyfriend is being a bit harsh on old Radcliffe implying that she gave up when she saw she wouldn't get a medal. I don't actually give a bugger about her. Never been keen on running - never had the boobs for it. I was gripped last night by the pole vault but all in all I have found the Olympics rather a damp sqib. I am rather cross about all the empty seats, if Greece have made any money from all this then I'll eat my cat.

The ladyfriend and I have got a bit of an event this weekend. How on earth do you paint sash windows? It's a mental as well as physical task. I've been on google and there is an extroadinary amount of advice. The weather for the bank holiday is typically set for storms but we have out foxed it with our internal decorating plans - ha ha