He truly is a happy bunny. Not only is he living beyond all reasonable expectations (he is at least eight and his lop eared hutch mate - Fudge - popped her paws several years ago) , but he is living it with such gay abandon. He spends his days frolicking around the garden feasting on such seasonal treats as the newly emerging buds of my beloved wild primroses - and basically anything else he can spot.
Those plants that I have tried to protect by planting them in pots have proved particularly delightful. With these he can fashion a method to scale the pot, make a lovely little nest, sunbathe for a bit - and then eat said plant.
He loves to snuggle up alongside Jessie Dog when the sun is shining and often shares some seed with our resident robin. What's not to be happy about?
I, on the other hand, am not a happy bunny.
After my first two squares realism kicked in and I downsized my thinking. If I managed sixteen I could make a perfectly respectable cushion like this one.
It was a portable project and travelled around with me for many months. I searched through my stash and found complementary colours, diligently mixing them so that they would be used in equal amount.
At this point my happiness rating was on a par with Ned.
Then I pinned the cover out to block. Double hmm.
My happiness rating was on the dip down.
What on earth was going on with the corners?
Why are those ugly gaps there?
What should I do?
Do I forget the whole thing and frog it?
Do I painstakingly take it all apart stitch by stitch and start again ( please noooooooo!)
Or do I go ahead and make up the cushion but put it somewhere low key?
Has this happened to anyone else and is there an obvious way to stop it happening again?
Should I retire to the garden and eat the primroses?
Is there any way to restore this bunny's happiness?