Well first of all - no we haven't totally sorted the house move yet. I hope it is inching closer though.
Secondly, I swear someone is sticking vodoo pins in my life or I've offended a gypsy or something because I went out to feed my rabbit yesterday (the same rabbit that wrote about here: the annoying rabbit I really loved ) and, erm, he's dropped dead.
Personally I blame the fireworks.
Either that or it is a conspiracy/my life is doomed.
Either way we will miss him greatly. He's been part of our life for years - he was sat in a flowerpot giving me the evil eye when I was in labour with my second son and god knows what we are going to do with the spare time in the evenings when we used to be chasing him round the lawn.
Don't ask what we're going to do with his body - we haven't worked it out yet.
R.I.P Earl - you rocked.
Edited to add: Just in case anyone is concerned, in the photo above he is alive, just sleeping. I might be slightly eccentric but I draw the line at going round photographing corpses of dead pets posing in flower pots.