Life for Lola

Getting ready for work this morning I saw that the ladyfriend had put out socks for me to wear. I must stress this is not an everyday occurence but has had to come into force this week as we are going on our mini-break to Malaga at the weekend. The ladyfriend is in charge of packing and has taken on this role ever since I took up with the gal. She has thus worked out what I can and can't wear so we have clothes clean and pressed for the trip. I have to let her know my sartorial selection in advance.

As this has been going on for four years now it struck me that I have lost the ability to do my own packing. It's almost like one of those languages that a small tribe in South America have used for centuries but due to modern influence has slowly died out. Will I ever be able to think ahead or fold a shirt neatly ever again? I don't think I could.