Thoughts of bunnies on a snowy spring day

Here I am with my Peter Rabbit Easter egg bucket on my head. Madame took the chocolate eggs, even though she's not that keen on Easter egg chocolate. While she was working I was watching wispy drifts of snow falling and examining the tree outside the window for signs of spring.

This time last year we were in Latvia.

I don't remember seeing the Easter Bunny in Latvia. There was a pig who ran about tickling people. Not sure if that was an Easter tradition or just a veggie pushed over the edge by the big barrel of stewing pig snouts on offer. There was a bear with a big egg. The pig stole the egg. Everyone laughed then they sang a song. Chickens danced. Hum. Maybe that wasn't Latvia. Maybe this was a nightmare I had. Hum.

Any way. No bunnies. Poor old bunnies. They're not just for Easter you know. Let's celebrate bunnies right through the year.

The scary Polish bunny. Crash test bunny. A bunny in Barcelona. Steamed bunny buns. Little White Bunny. Big pink bunny. Rabbits!



And King Coco (not a bunny) - Your Majesty, long may you reign over us - *tries to curtsey. falls over* - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

an end to torment

I'm sure we've all been in situations where we've thought "What would Beth Ditto do?" - so, thank you, The Guardian - Bear salutes you.

An end to my torment. Madame's torment continues. She growls and weeps in front of Amazon. She wants the precious and she wants it now. They've broken her. She hates everything Tolkein and they've made her do Gollum.

Luckily she's off to her yoggi class tonight so I'll have peace to practice my surgical skills (yes, I do have a white coat and set of scrubs, thank you for asking) with Fred the Bunny (as seen on BoingBoing).

Before I go off to sharpen my scalpel and wash my paws - please may I recommend Mr James's blog "The Big Side Order". Always a work of excellence. His recent post - "Toys" - made my buttons go all misty.