Rescued from Bunny death row

The kids went wandering in the neighbourhood yesterday. Next door is a lovely Italian woman with a formidable vege patch. She makes vats of fantastic pasta sauce (Sharon is sure it's the salt and the oil that makes it so good and I would tend to agree).

She keeps rabbits in a hutch and feeds them on vegetable scraps, and every so often from what I understand she cooks and eats these rabbits.

Suffice to say, I won't go into the details, I've never been happy about these rabbits. Anyway, the kids asked her could they have one. She, being of good merchant stock, told them they could have a rabbit if we paid for a cage, of which she has several spares. My kids came in and told me that for $100 I could have a big cage and two free rabbits, and for $50 I could have one free rabbit and a smaller cage. Blair added "any money would be all right, because she said she was very poor". I don't think this is strictly true, but the bribe was already in place - how could I refuse those little innocent faces?

So, presenting the new addition to the Daly family, our first live pet (I was able to successfully emancipate the lizard in return).....

Hutch.



On the social front, I went to a rugby league match. Or, might I say a rugby league slaughter.

See the scoreboard?



It says Knights 52 Dragons nil. It got worse before it got better, and the Dragons were beaten 54 to 6. I'm not much of a footy fan, but we're in a footy tipping competition with a group of friends and twenty of us went to the match and then out for a Thai dinner afterwards. We had a great time in spite of the poor result.

And the knitting? I can't even talk about it.