Rabbit returns

The rabbit is back. There he was, bold as brass, sitting on the lawn when I noticed him through the French windows. As soon as I moved to open the doors he hopped off into the border, but I went out anyway in the vain hope I would spot where he was entering the garden.

TFD ran around dementedly chasing a scent. I finally called him over when it was clear he hadn't a clue what he was doing and pointed to the actual direction the rabbit went. Fat lot of use he is. The only risk the rabbit runs of being caught by TFD is being humped to death.

I managed to break the lawnmower the other night. It's a cylinder mower and I failed to spot a large chalk stone (yes, I know it was white but there were a lot of white rose petals lying around that had been blown off in the recent wind and rain). The blades stopped with a depressing clunk and the cylinder failed to re-engage so I presume the clutch is history. So not only an expensive repair to look forward but no doubt a wait of several weeks to get it fixed at this time of year.

The only bright side is that the rabbit hasn't eaten my carrots. Yet.