Life for Lola

This weekend I have been the victim of outside forces. On Friday I looked at my bank account online and to my horror saw that I was £85 overdrawn. I am a bit of a Viv Nicholson so I wasn't that surprised until I clicked to view a more detailed statement. There were 27 payments of £3 going out over two days. I was a little stunned. 'what have I done?' I thought. I rang the bank immediately, what lovely people First Direct are. They froze my account, I had been a victim of fraud! The little bit of paper I signed somewhere had fallen into the wrong hands. I've narrowed it down to a restaurant in Lewes or the petrol station in Eastbourne but either way, from now on I deal in cash.

On Saturday the ladyfriend and I were on our way home to attend a function in High Wycombe. Our journey along the A22 went swimmingly. As we approached the M25 we were taken a back at the number of arctic lorries going in the opposite direction. We soon realised when we clicked on the tranny that there had been a nasty accident. We were stuck for hours, we eventually limped home four hours after setting out, terribly tired and grumpy. It spoilt the night. We missed the function due to a lorry driver's decision. It's the butterfly in the jungle.

Yesterday was lovely. We went to the Country Living Christmas Fayre with my Wonderful Mother and Super Step Dad. The ladyfriend and I got a bit squiffy with a wine tasting lecture, nibbled on bits of cheese and dipped our fingers in balsamic vinegar. It was an exceptional day out.