bad bunnies

hello hello,

back from LAAANNDAANN, where i went to seek my fortune but accidentally came back much poorer (?!)
My body is falling apart today, I am zombie-tired and walked to the station with my eyes open only about 1 mm in order to let in the least sun possible and to continue in a sleep-like trance. Ran for the train and sweated all the way to leeds with little inhibition.
Once at work I started to get really bad bad palpitations and thought perhaps i may die on my desk. contemplated running into the hallway looking for a Doctor, realised this may jeapordise my employment as it would clearly expose my madness.
Dreading going home...the bunnies did something REALLY, really bad this weekend.
We left them overnight with plenty of food and water and room for running about. Got back all excited to see them, and relieved that they weren't dead...soon I was beginning to see discovering them dead as the lesser of the bad-things-to-find-on-returning-to-your-flat.

I spotted a pile on hair on the floor resembling a giant merkin... hmmm, what is? i thought.... AAAARRGGGHHH!!! the bunnies have removed the carpet. I don't mean a bit of the carpet, i mean a metre, i don't mean the fibres, i mean down to the concrete of the floor! in our rented flat!

Needless to say, Simon was not overjoyed, especially after getting about 2 hours sleep and driving back from london... the bunnies were banned from the bedroom and are currently banned from the living room.

My quest for bunny FRRREEEDDDOOOOMMM has come back to bite us both in the arse, as we always knew it would.
I told them in no uncertain terms that come the morn they would be released into the wasteland behind our flat where the teenagers and the cats play. There was little to no reaction.

I wish I could get into their bunny brains for a minute and find out what is the OBSESSION with getting under the TV???!! It is an absolute full-time job for them, they think that behind the makeshift sketchbook-barrier lies the bunny garden of eden, curly kale forests, soft burrowing soil, endless fRREEDDDUUMM. but it's just a bit more carpet. they've been there, they know that. Christ they're naughty. it must be like having a naughty baby. it's not their fault cause they literally know no better, and they don't understand your reasoning anyway, so there's no outlet for your frustration apart from "it's my fault" cause basically it is. No one made you have a baby/ bunny/ baby bunny so you'd better expect it to piss you off. a lot. and then blame yourself. and still be quite sweet so you can't be too angry. OH and you'd better expect the baby/ bunny to make your boyfriend hate you and the bunnies for the needless havoc. but you slightly more cause the bunny/baby is still sweet and you aren't.


Had a crazy weekend in london for chloe's birthday. It began with the single worst coach journey in the history of my recent history. Boarded the coach at 3, got a double seat which i was very pleased about. All seemed well. After begging someone tall to shut the sunroof which was raining into my face, i managed to fall asleep. woke up in traffic about 5:30... then that was it. Traffic. watched the arrival time in london come and go while we remained 45 miles away travelling at 1mph. got into london about 2 hours late and jumped off in the middle of the city to save the anguish of victoria station.
Friday took cHLOE on a ghost walk which was pretty cool. The lady was an unemployed actress and very e-n-u-n-c-a-t-i-n-g in her words, she also sung old weird songs. Mostly it involved navigating pissed people all over london and seeing some AMAZING pubs!
saturday we had a wee party and danced till 4 am which is the reason for my state of complete physical shut down today. i think.

anyways. gonna head back from work and have a nap and scold the bunnies and then hopefully forgive them. also need to find a way of removing some carpet and making a repair patch, anyone done this before?? H-E-L-P me, for the sake of the roof over my head!