April 2nd (Weds)

No appts this morning, so full of good intentions, I take the kids to school with the goal of a yomp through the woods. I drop off Dan & Emsy and then head back to Kingshill. All of a sudden the immensity of the physical exertion occurs to me. I sit lamely and fill in some paperwork, and then spot 3 drops of rain on the windscreen. Salvation, and home with more fine plans which turn to dust as I pick up the laptop. Remember about midday that I was supposed to let the bunny out of the hutch . To my horror the hutch is open and totally vaccant. There is a gap of about 12" in the top of the run and he must have leapt it. Either that or a cat or fox has jumped in and lifted him. Panic ensues.

Pick up Jon amidst traffic chaos and postpone the mock test for an hour. When it comes it's a bit dissapointing. He's a bit scratchy, thought he's do better, and I now realise he is no shoo in. Hmmm.
Another gawp at Collarme and then off to pick up A whilst from time to time repairing to the garden on a bunny hunt. No sign. "Oh my God" what are we going to tell Emsy. Dan gets home, I announce the news. Then ten minutes later, I stare from the window, and there he is, munching on a flowerpot full of greenery without a care in the world. He is rounded up and brought indoors.

Piece of cake,he is very good. drive to Chinnor and deal with the crossroads, then home to crash listlessly.
Wake at 2am and wonder if anyone has put out the rabbit. Go to the hutch. Nothing. Scour the house. Nowhere to be seen. I rouse the whole house, my opinion poll ratings hitting an all time low. H joins the search grumpily. I scour through the piles of rubbish and clothing that are dumped in every corner of the hovel for about twenty minutes. Where is the bloody thing.
Eventuall, as before, it appears as if from a hat. He is locked in his hutch and I shut my eyes.