Life for Lola

The ladyfriend and I are in a state of contented excitement. A local pub which was once all a bit 'spit and sawdust' has had a makeover, changed it's name and is doing music and relaxed dining. We can't wait to go there. We have several weekend commitments but we've worked out that we'll be able to squeeze a sherry in on Sunday before evensong.

It's all down to the yuppies moving in and stealing our pavements with their Chelsea Tractors but in this case I've decided to make an exception. I've longed all my life to have a 'local', a place where everyone knows my name. Somewhere I can call in and have a stiff one after work, play for their shove happeny team.....although I doubt it's that kind of establishment. It's one of the reasons the WI has always appealed.

I daresay all my illusions will be shattered on Sunday. The menu will probably be pacific rim, they won't do draught and the fireside seats will be taken by women who look like Nigella Lawson without the charm.