Not our bunny

The hill behind my parents house is a spring-time tableau of bouncy lambs and cute bunnies. Happily, Mam seems to have stopped shooting the rabbits, though we didn’t tell her about this one in the garden just in case. He was only eating weeds, so should be safe!

Trip into Carlisle this morning for shopping, where a closing-down sale brought Mam the shoes of her dreams. Some other purchasing was done, I agitated for a revolution around the inadequate changing room provision for women, but had to duck out as Mam needed a cup of tea.

With her bad back, we didn’t stay much longer - just long enough to have a quick lunch (why are club sandwiches so disappointing?) and to purchase ‘takeaway’ ready meals for an easy dinner.