Life for Lola

Blimey, I've been rushed off my feet. Everything has been a bit busy my end. I've been covering the election at work in a very 'local' way which has meant sleep deprevation and email wipe out (if you have sent me an email in the last week you can bet your life it has been gobbled up by a nasty bug)

My bank holiday weekend was an absolute corker. Mr C and Mr D were perfect house guests they left no mess and were a pleasure to have. I even ended up lager fuelled dancing in the back room of a gay pub such was the decadence of the weekend. Jack in the Green went without a hitch, my elf ears stuck fast and I was cock-a-hoop with my garb. Next year I might go for a more floaty number. We shall see.....Take a look at the pictures here to be going along with.

A picture of myself is in circulation, I shall have to get hold of it so you can see my falsies......ears that is.

PS: Auntydom is looming - just a few more days surely!