Life for Lola

It's going to be a wet playtime today. I was sat up in bed this morning admiring the pre-dawn darkness when I was taken aback by a big roll of thunder. I never saw it coming. On the way to work the dullness made the bulbs in people's houses all the more warm and inviting. As we drove passed the Inns and Public Houses, the lights of the morning cleaners emptying ashtrays and mopping up dribble made me happy. There is delight indeed in a downpour.

I realise now, after watching Alan Titchmarsh last night that I am sitting in a valley carved out by glacial melt water. How tremendous. It's certainly rocking my raft. I think I'd quite like to do an open university course in geology. It's never too late. Age is no barrier to education.