Life for Lola

I've always been a bit of a stranger to the world of glamour, I tend to be left at the docks as the fashion boat leaves port and I'm a follower of the famous quote "Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes" so I love any opportunity which requires one to look like the back end of a bus. So it was this morning. The ice age cometh and with heavy snow and a walk to work in the offing I stepped out of the door bundled up in hat, boots and knitwear. You could not tell if I was man, woman or beast but to an educated eye I would possibly pass as a cross between Arthur Scargill and Uncle Bulgaria.
However, as I trudged along I met a lady in fur hat, matching gloves and coat, natty boots and drifts of foundation on her chops. She looked remarkably out of place as she negotiated the icy wastelands of the home counties. She did not look the type that walked anywhere but lord knows she had an outfit for it.