He arrived unannounced in Grandad’s garden on Easter morning. Perhaps he was resurrected but I think I’ll stick with the more likely story that he ran away from home. Or he decided we all deserved a fairytale-touch this Easter. Twitching his nose and snuggling in for cuddles this little guy won our hearts straight away. He was even patient with us when Ché attempted to pull out his hair – apparently it was a ‘gentle’ touch. A cute, furry bunny was definitely a welcome sight – and a nice change from the mountains of chocolate we were gifted. Oh dear. My pantry is brimming with milky cocoa goodness. I’m thinking of donating it elsewhere but D won’t have a bar of it.

Ché is fond of the coloured foil and not so much the sweet inside. This makes me happy.

The heavy rain today makes me happy too. Perfect autumn weather to coax us inside. Hibernating. Roasting vegetables in the oven. Cosy, warming food. Happy.