Bunny

When Eleanor was born, one of the lovely gifts she received was a very swish looking rabbit from London (thanks Matt!). We were very impressed with this rabbit - her fur was soft and silky, she had very cute ears, and she arrived in a rather elegant looking box.

Well, you should see Bunny today. (see right)

Eleanor loves her Bunny very much, but unfortunately this involves much sucking, chewing and general mauling of her. Bunny must be there for every nap and sleep - Eleanor usually ends up asleep on her tummy, with a very wet bunny stowed somewhere underneath her. When we go in to Eleanor in the mornings, she is always standing up in her cot holding Bunny out for us to take and cuddle.

Needless to say, Bunny not only looks, but also smells rather worse for the wear these days. She generally gets dried out each day in the sun on the windowsill, and gets washed now and then when I can be very sure she will be dry by bedtime. And when Eleanor stays the night at Granny Wendy's or Gram Margaret's places, Bunny must come too. There just is no substitute.

Various Bunny imposters