I exercised my Godmother rights last weekend with a spot of bunny-sitting - and I even managed to refrain from smuggling the little fluffsters home with me.
Regular followers of BUNNYBLOG will remember the anticipation of their arrival, the joy of our first meeting, and the excitement of the first obstacle race (in which i was unfairly penalised for 'bunny pushing'). Well, the bunnies are all grown-up now, and apart from the odd nibble at the skirting board (expressly forbidden in the Gillinson-Barratt household) they were as good as the little gold Lindt bunnies with bells around their necks.
Matilda looking contemplative
Male bonding
Barnaby, observing from on high
Just incase you thought it was all glamour...
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