Showing posts with label Rabbit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rabbit. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 October 2014

11 fish and a hamster called Steve


So this is a little late, sorry about that. I like my Saturday mornings to have 3 things, always starting with a lie in:


Coffee


Bunny cuddles 


And more recently, this guy.




John Finnemore’s souvenir programme is back and is my newly appointed Saturday morning treat. It’s charming, witty and takes pleasure in clever pedantry; approaching it more as a joyful exploration of language and its quirks. In short, it’s a delight that brightens up my Saturday morning and sets me up for the weekend.

This Saturday a friend and I had planned a little trip to buy some fish for her son. It was supposed to be a quick jaunt with a stop for some cake before our evening together. Instead we spent several hours watching all the beautiful coloured fish and anemones and came out with 11 fish plus a new hamster called Steve.





Thursday, 16 October 2014

Today I have enjoyed...




These are things I have enjoyed today:

1. Catching up with an old friend
2. Giving the bunny a bath.

You see before you a ‘rabbit of negative euphoria’. 

3. The Sleeping Lord

Continuing with the theme of ‘please stop spoon-feeding us political clichés, you’re killing me’
 
4. My bed

So squishy. Goodnight!

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Turner

I thought I would start by introducing you to my bunny, Turner. He is a grey dwarf lop and is nearly five now. I live with him in a flat in Reigate, a little market town south of London in Surrey. After six years I am newly single and I wanted to spend some time getting a clearer idea of who I am on my own, just having fun, re-discovering and trying new things and then document them before I forget, because I always forget.
So first off, Turner. He is a house rabbit so he is litter trained and my house is nibble proof. Turner’s the animal equivalent of a grumpy old man. He doesn’t like to be cuddled and he will nudge you incessantly if you are in his space (under my dining table). But he hates when you leave and will sit in the door way until you come back. Occasionally he likes to be chased, he tosses his head and runs around until you do and then he binkies (happy skip) around the room until you stop. So here he is.