Life for Lola

Back from my week off. I feel like a real person again. I didn't get up to too much during my short break but it did get time to stop and stare. Infact on several occassions I twitched the nets. One of my favourite views was of the next door neighbour who is advanced in years building a bonfire in his back garden. I felt a lovely calm feeling as the flames licked into the sky.

Because of my time off I exposed myself to tv and have become addicted to The Coach Trip on Channel 4 It's brilliant, the people on it are just fabulous, common as a Burberry cap and I love it. My favourite is the northern git who won't eat 'foreign muck' but is trying to make friends with the people. His conversation with an old lady in Munich was priceless.

The ladyfriend and I took a trip to Chichester on Saturday to see Clare Teal who was excellent of course, she was playing in an old warehouse on an industrial estate but it was a full house. Chichester is lovely, we drove down to West Wittering (you have to pay a pound to get in) and I stared across the Solent at the Isle of Wight. A salty tear came to my eye as I longed to walk on the diamond shaped Isle. My one dream in life is to have a modest cottage, aga, labrador and caravan stroke campsite on the Island.......one day.