Do you ever feel you’ve had a busy weekend? Spare a thought for poor Roman, who has had a very eventful couple of days.
Saturday morning. I’m in bed, having what I believe to be a deserved lie-in, when Claire brings our cherished bunny upstairs to see me…
I know this photo looks like a scene from a Richard Curtis movie, but I can assure you all that Barry Manilow was NOT playing on the iPod and there wasn’t a red rose or candle in sight.
Roman later explored the sofa, downstairs. Claire and I both forgot to take any photos of that adventure, so you’ll have to make do with these.
Our rabbit must have tired himself out, as after being returned to his run, he settled down for a relaxing nap.
Clearly Roman didn’t like being photographed, while he slept (can you blame him?), as he turned to face away.
After catching forty, or rather fifty, winks, Roman became excited again. This isn’t always a good thing – especially when he has his eyes (and teeth) on my PlayStation control pad cable. Maybe he just wanted to play Red Dead Redemption.
Take a look at this…
The beverage, which could be served served alone or as a sweet addition to a cup of hot chocolate or coffee, is meant to remind you of all the delicious cookies that were supposed to be left for Santa, but somehow ended up in your belly instead — and it’s already getting rave reviews online.
Source: People.com
Oh my God! Where can I buy this stuff?
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
