The Bunnington Post

Category: Delores

  • Psst, Delores!

    Delores… Pssst, Delores! Over here! They’re looking for snowploughs at Heathrow Airport. You coming??

  • Delores investigates

    Bink says this stuff is good for digging. Now, that is of course music to my ears! Very light indeed – much better than the heavy, hard Thames Valley clay we have here.  Fluvial deposits dating back to Palaeocene times can be rather hard on the joints, something of a consideration for a ladybun d’un…

  • Outrageous!

    It’s an outrage Bink. Look at us! We barely fit in this thing. What if the paps snap us in this? They are going to think I am fat and we don’t fit in here anymore. So unfair to those of us who are merely big boned or big maned! Oh, wait. I remember now,…

  • Help please!

    Delores. We are not being looked after properly! Look at us, left to perish with only an empty food bowl for company. The world needs to learn the truth about our ordeal, our fans have a right to know, they will stage a rescue operation for certain. Honey, move to your right a bit for…

  • He’s fibbing!

    You do know he’s fibbing, right? Tell me about Bink. Shivering in his bed on Tuesday morning, not eating, bah, humbug! He was cuddled up to me and my substantial fur until he heard the back door open for the breakfast service. Spent all night complaining about being too old to be outside in winter,…

  • The finer points of hay

    Well, good morning. Let’s have the morning veggies, yes, please serve them in the upstairs breakfast room, thank you. Of course, no breakfast is complete without hay. In fact, one much prefers a good quality hay to a questionable carrot. Let us consider the many benefits of hay. One can choose to stick one’s head…

  • A new dress

    Oooh Bink, look! A bag from one of my favourite shops… I so love continental fashion. Surely she has bought me a new frock? I am sure of it! Ooh, this is too much. It’s been way too long since I had a new dress! Bink, be a dear, have a look for me, I…

  • Hurry up, waitress!

    What time do you call this anyway? 7:45am on a Wednesday?! Give it here. NOW!

  • Superinjunction no more

    Max darling, it’s me. Yes, we’re fine, thank you, bit damp but the grass is still tasty enough. Listen honey, I had a word with my Bink, and he talked to Katrijn who consulted with Haas, and we’re all of the same opinion on this one: we don’t like the new superinjunction after all. ……

  • The paps are back

    Delores… Don’t look. The paparazzi are back. Let’s just ignore them tonight Bink. I’m phoning Max first thing tomorrow. He’ll get us a superinjunction, don’t worry!