Today my siblings and I and my mum took our children to this huge soft play area in Bromsgrove. Our kids are old enough to sort themselves out and even took the role of looking after Esther too so Sam and Emma could sit for a bit.
On the way home the kids asked what we were having for dinner.
"Rabbit."
"WHAT?"
"Rabbit."
"You're joking! Is it Flossie or Simba? [the pet rabits!]"
"No. Grandpa was given one by someone at work and I'm cooking it tonight."
"Well, we are not eating it."
"Suit yourselves."
The rabbit was pretty good. We had it in a cider cream sauce which was lovely.
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