The last post..........The Bunny Hotel.

Bugle playing in the background....(dah dah dahhhh, dah dah dahhh.........)



Well not actually THE last post but my last one before going on holiday for a few days. I am already feeling withdrawal symptoms. How am I going to manage without being able to blog for five days? I'm going to miss all my new friends. Please don't forget me while I'm gone!

What I should be doing instead of this is sorting all the stuff out to pack into the car when Husband arrives home at 4pm, but I couldn't resist a little bit of 'lurking' and commenting for the 'last' time. So we'll probably be late leaving and consequently spend quite some time in that famous car park (during the school holidays) called the M5.

I have already delivered the bunnies to the Bunnie hotel (had to pass through BS5 country to do it) and while I was there (at the Bunnie hotel) I had a very embarrassing moment which I have to share with you before I go because I am still cringing and 'telling all' may help.

We have never used this bunny hotel before and it was a good half an hour drive which the bunnies didn't appreciate. The owner had e-mailed me to see if I could get there early because her husband had a court appearance which had been brought forwards unexpectedly. So I duly arrived at 8.15am.

I took the bunnies in and I thought she may take me through so that I could settle them in their hutch but I only got as far as the hall. All the doors to the other rooms were shut and I could hear a sort of excited scratching sound from upstairs that sounded like a dog clawing at the door to get out. We had a short chat and she obviously wasn't going to offer to show me through (I am worried about that, I hope bunnies are going to be OK). I assumed she was in a hurry and wanted to let her poor dog out, who was beginning to sound quite distressed on the other side of the closed door up there, with the clicking and clawing sound getting more frantic. As I hurriedly wrote out the cheque I signaled upstairs and said 'Oh bless him, he sounds in a bit of a state'.
she looked puzzled. 'The dog' I clarified.
'Oh yes', she said ' he doesn't like being shut in the garden, I had to put him out because my husband's upstairs getting ready'.

What could I say? I made a hasty exit and cringed all the way home!

Anyway, must go, have a good few days. I hope to be back on Wednesday to catch up on all the news. So while I'm away 'don't do anything I wouldn't do'!

There's lots of scope there!!