I get home and struggle out of the car with the shopping. The Lidl bags nearly split open with shock when I trip over a large, fluffy rabbit on the doorstep. It's bright eyed and bushy tailed but very dead.
Like me, it's gutted.
Mr Grigg is dispatched to Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie's to say thank you, but it wasn't from them. Mr Grigg decides to skin the thing on my beautiful kitchen island and I wince and bristle and then end up shouting when he spills blood on the beech wood surface.
I remove myself from the scene and look at Facebook, where I am brought down to earth by Number One Daughter's status:
I apologised to The Child this morning as Mummy and Daddy had an argument in front of her last night. Her response...'Mum, it's about friendship, love and keeping your trust - you have to be friends.'
Such maturity for a five-year-old.
So I cuddle up to my big bunny, Mr Grigg. But only after the rabbit has been put in a bag in the freezer.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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