It's been another hot day here although not as bad as the weak-end. Even if it was, I wouldn't have minded because my boxes of Ice Pods have arrived.



Mummy put some in the cold-machine and after a few hours popped a couple into our mansion and we all flopped down in a heap onto them and soon had lovely cool tummies.



I also had 3 pallets of toys and food plus another pallet of hay and straw delivered. Tomorrow I have another 5 boxes of goodies arriving following my most enjoyable weak-end shopping spree.

Have I mentioned that I like shopping??

Today I'm glad I didn't go to my Eggs Factor audition.

The reports are that all auditionees had to stand out in the sun for 3 hours to get into the stadium and then there was more waiting for the auditions which took place in a series of black booths in front of the production team and entire stadium.

From what I've heard, the production team weren't always very nice to the auditionees and were encouraging some deluded talentless wanabees to make fools of themselves. As a professional recording artist for Bunny Tunes, I would never stoop to this level.

On reflection, I'm relieved I stayed at home with Una and my grandbunnies. I think I'll stick with Bunny Tunes instead and when I receive my £1m recording contract, then I'll donate it to Lagomorphia so we can all share a bumper spending spree together.

So, everybunny, let's show the Eggs Factor that we don't need it and we can make our bestist Bunny Tunes album ever by ourselves.

Today I should have been at the Cardiff Millennium Stadium singing to the world at my Eggs Factor audition.

Instead, I've had to stay at home because mummy said it was too hot for her and I to stand outdoors in the sun waiting to be seen and to give my performance.

My dreams of stardom are ruined.

And I still haven't found any new grandbunnies to order.

I've spent the day shopping and spent lots and lots of gold coins.

But I haven't been able to find any grandbunnies for sale anywhere. Please can anybun help me to find some....

Mother is quite sad today at the demise of her grandson but I'm both surprised and relieved that she's taken the news better than I thought she would. Her coping mechanism seems to be to throw herself into a flurry of frantic shopping and she's searching online for ... replacement grandbunnies.

She's pinched mum's plastic again and is sitting hunched over the grandhumans' old laptop and nothing at all will distract her in her search. She's been typing 'grandbunnies' into Google UK hoping to be able to buy some online but the links shown are mostly our own.

Poor Mother. I really do need to have a little Daughter-Mother chat with her.....

In the meantime, here are my girls:

At last I'm back online - and properly this time having had my Journal intercepted last night by the grandhumans (whom I've still not met).

The Burrow has been very quiet since Friday but the peace has now ended and it's a full burrow again - in fact tonight it was even fuller than usual because the Big Black Monster Thing slipped in un-noticed by the staff. It thumped its way up the stairz and flopped down beside mummy's hare conditioning machine until she saw it and shoo'ed it out back to where The Thing belongs. It was very cross because while mummy was away, Uncle J deviously got out the lawn-stealing machine and it ate all our long fresh juicy grass from the back lawn.

I have a little sad news to share. Does everybunny remember Bunty, the scraggy wild lionhead bunny and her wild bunny friends who starred in the 'Bunderful Tonight' video on the Bunny Tunes 3 DVD? Mummy went back to Knaresborough hoping to see her on Chewsday but the area where she'd sat with them all at just arm's length away last June was now devoid of all buns. They had all succumbed to the nasty myxi outbreak just weeks after being filmed. I'm glad I've had my jabs but feel very sorry for my wild relatives.


I also have a little more sad news but I can't risk bringing on another depressive episode by announcing it now so will save it for later.

Thank you to all our friends for being understanding about our recent news.

I'm feeling much better now. My sedatives have worn off and I've been have been having a lovely few days together with Inga enjoying some mother-daughter bonding time. The staff have both been away - Uncle J sailing somewhere and I think mum's gone to Hup North and is now setting up the grandhuman's new laptop which she didn't know they'd bought.

Having not felt like singing whilst sedated recently, I was going to have a little practice for my Bunny Tunes but I can't find mummy's sound recorder anywhere.

I'm in the mood for shopping again...

We're having a quiet weekend here. My quadruplets and I met up with Una, Evie and Eva on the patty-o while Mother stayed indoors resting. She's still quite delicate but I'm reducing her sedatives now so that, gradually, she'll get back to normal and will be able to catch up on her shopping.

I would like to take this hopportunity to express my heartfelt thanks to everybunny for your support and positive response to my recent news. We hadn't deliberately conspired to keep anything from Sascha and I had intended to break the news to him personally and gently rather than having it splashed acrossed the news headlines of Lagomorphia.

I am so relieved that my Sascha has been so bunderstanding and considerate - and this shows what a true gent he is and how lucky I am to be getting weeded to him. Already my family think of him as their step-father and part of their extended family.

As a thank you to my valued friends, here's a short video of my beautiful family.


I believe in headucation from a young age so my Buster and Pebbles are already active on their journal
(http://buster-pebbles.livejournal.com) and have promised me they'll continue it when they move in with Auntie Paula and Uncle Nick.

I have reduced Mother's sedation and reassured her that she has nothing to worry about but her nerves are still very frazzled. It could be a few days before she's able to resume her journal again.

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The news is out.

It's today's headlines plastered across the newspapers and on the light-up box....

All of Lagomorphia are talking about it.

We're in disgrace.

We'll never hold our heads high again.

I'll even have to resign from the BunnyMint and LIA.



We'd tried so hard to protect Saschabun from this news and my Inga was so looking forward to her weeding.... (sob)






(Click on each image to read full news report if you can bear it)

I don't know whether to blame the mole or my black-maler or those in the helly-copter who stared at us in our pen on the patty-o.

I don't know what to think and my Inga is distraught. I'd even chosen my new hat and now Inga's dream of happiness is shattered and I'll never become a bun-in-law.

I love being a granny again but had been wracked with guilt. I can only hope that my Inga's betrothed will understand they were conceived before his and Inga's engagement....

Although just tender young weanlings, two of my young grandbunnies, Pebbles and Buster, have also sensed some of my worries and eggs-pressed some of their concerns in their own journal: http://buster-pebbles.livejournal.com/)

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My paws are too nervous to type much today.

Big helly-copters keep flying over the Burrow so we're all hiding.

Here comes another panic attack...

While the Bit of Fluff indoors sits shaking under her Fiddlesticks, it is my fatherly duty to post an update on my young son, Austin.

He went to see Mr Vet today for a fur cut (I'm using this term for Bosley's benefit) and was expected home this evening. However, he's been kept in overnight due to some bleeding from his blood vessels.

His mum has been to see him and Hatty is now with him to keep him company during the night. He's eaten some fresh cut parsley and we don't think there is anything to worry about but some vibes would be appreciated - if not for him, for his poor worried mum. I know from my own experience when I was ill that sometimes it's the humans who suffer more than we do.

Hopefully Austin and Hatty will be back on their journals again tomorrow with an update.

(Cedric - Is this what happened to Dandybun?)

I thought the weak-end was bad but nothing happened.

But now the not-knowing is making me terribly anxious. I can't rest. I can't relax. I can't sleep.

I'm living on my nerves and now I've started having panic attacks.

I don't know what to do.

I wish Wise-Wilma were here. She'd know what to do.

I've been feeling depressed over the last few days so haven't been able to summon the energy to update my journal.

The weather has been bad with heavy hail showers yesterday and there were loud rumbling noises coming from the sky as my Rainbow Bridge friends rolled canon balls and flashed lights inbetween the power cuts.

Often when I'm feeling down, I can give myself a boost via some additional retail therapy. I had a big delivery today but even this hasn't cheered me up but I'll do lots more when I get my compensation from the furocious black monster.

A helly-copter flew low over the burrow this afternoon and ..... well.... I'm feeling a bit uneasy..... Normally I'd talk my worries through with Wise-Wilma but she's no longer here and, this time, I can't even share my fears with Inga... I'm not sleeping well either....

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We had dazzling orange on Wednesday, go-faster stripes on Thursday and today, ladies, I promised you something extra-special, so here he is: I present to you my gorgeous, handsome and distinctive son, Bosley:



Mum didn’t even need to tell me she’d been to see him because I could smell his fresh wee all over her fleece, camera and camcorder.

And here's my Bosley with Jazz:


(there's a problem with the sound file about 2/3 through the video so feel free to play your favourite Bunny Tune instead)

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Which of my special ladies wants to guess what colour I'm wearing today?



Sorry, ladies, but it was raining so I had a day in my all-together. Here I am wearing my young daughter instead:


Tomorrow, while the Bit of Fluff indoors has a rest, I hope to have another special visual treat for you all.

Watch this space......

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Big Black Monster's Attempted Ferocious Attack
on Poor Defenceless Great-Grandmother…..

"I did my best to eggscape from the Monster but it just kept chasing me" said a traumatised Maddie-Bunny who is now recovering at home with her family. "I have taken advice from myself and will be claiming compensation to fund a course of retail therapy" she added, supported in her fragile state by her supermodel daughter, Una.



CCTV evidence has been obtained for the trial:

Good Evening, Ladies

I am a man of my word so today, ladies, as promised, I give you … stripes!



Here I am in action demonstrating my Go Faster stripes:


(I’m embarrassed to say I had a little manly accident in them but we can keep this between ourselves, can’t we?)

(Well, just a visual treat this time)

Look ladies! At last mum has been shopping for me. I asked for Superman as my first choice followed by camouflage but had to settle on a 5-pack of dinosaur print design instead from the QS shop. When choosing them, one of mummy’s ex-staff from 15 years ago saw her, assumed mum had started breeding humans but when mummy said they were for me, a bunny, she just replied “That’s nice” – having clearly not heard a word she'd said!

I was spoiled for choice in deciding which to wear but thought these bright orange were perfect for a bright, sunny day. I showed them off to my ladies then hopped up into the brick hutch to help mum clean out the Bit of Fluff’s pad, chatted up Una and teased the Bit-of-Fluff’s grandbunnies. The only problem is, my new briefs make it difficult to spray the ceiling, but I'm working on overcoming that.

Tomorrow I thought I might wear the stripey pair, the dinosaur print on Thursday, blue on Friday and save my dinosaur paw prints for the weekend.



I apologise to all the ladies who’ve been kept waiting for these. It's all mum’s fault – the battery died in her van and she was too tight-fisted to buy a new one so has been lugging Uncle J’s big marine battery around for the last 10 days and jump starting it car parks – which, she insists, wouldn’t be very popular at the roadside in town:

The bit of fluff is typing away setting up her MySpace page so, while her back is turned, I thought I'd show off my pretty daughters.

Glenda is 14 weeks old and already 2.8kg. Her half-sister, whom I've not yet christened, is 6 weeks old and a mere 1.3kg. I think it's safe to say they're going to be big girls and make their big dad proud....



Bentley's girls