The Bunnington Post

Category: Katrijn

  • Cloaking Device 2.0

    Haas, what’s this thing? Looks like a cloaking device of some kind. What do you reckon? Defini’ely iffy. It jus’ appeared outta nowhere dinnit? Although, mefinks da waitress ‘as somfink ter do wif it. Is i’ a hoomin cloakin’ device?

  • Sunshine = pap season

    Ooh, I can just about see a pap hiding behind the washing line. He’s trying to snap me with my mane looking dishevelled. Pah! Just had it brushed and lovingly tended to by my Haas, who loves to nibble on the sprigs of hay I sometimes keep to hand for a late night snack. I…

  • Waitress! … Waitress?

    ‘aven’ seen our waitress all weekend rite, da wife ‘n mesel’ ‘ave been doin’ some finkin’ yeah… We reckon she’s done a runner on accoun’ of our breakfast habit. Ah mean ter say dat of’enlike we struggle ter keep fings civilised when da good stuff is served early in da mornin’… but unfortuna’ely we fail…

  • Engineer this!

    Haas. Haas! The lift is broken again. See? Doesn’t work. Have to climb the stairs again. Look! Please, can you fix it, pretty, pretty please? My fluffy bum is too delicate to have to be doing with stairs… Is it serious? Can you fix it??

  • Strictly a mess

    We need to get some Kaninhop training in. C’mon Haas! Damn. Ah wos ‘avin’ a nice ole time playin’ wif da Cloakin’ Device, orrite?! sigh… Oh Haas… Aim, accelerate and then hopp hopppphopppp, not right, then left and wallop… It’s not supposed to be a waltz… It’s Kaninhop, not Strictly! Try again, OK? Ok, let’s…

  • Beats a garden gnome…

    Now then Haas, we must start thinking about what we’re going to do with the country mansion this summer. I think we could do with some new garden ornaments, what do you think? DANGER! Mefinks da wife is finkin’ of gettin’ a garden gnome… No accountin’ fer taste… Ah reckon da best tactic is ter…

  • Trousers up!

    My dear fashionista followers and I have been getting very excited about S/S 2011 collections arriving in shops imminently. Begone, dregs of the January sales! If we had wanted those camel peg leg chino experiments, we’d have bought them by New Year’s Eve, I thank you, Zara. So to those of you who are still…

  • Do I have to?

    Haas, come on, you will enjoy going on a field trip. We’ve been lying in the grass all day and lounging in the villa watching soap operas from the window all night for the last four days. Oh OK, we’ll just have a cute cuddle for the paps first. Quite how they have found out…

  • Wedding bells

    Haas! Haas! Pass me the iPhone, I need to book a mane appointment to go to Cousin Neville’s wedding! Look at this portrait he’s sent of him and his fiancée… Isn’t she sweet? Are you having your nails done? You can’t go to a wedding with nails like that!

  • Hunnibunch?!

    Haas, dear. Who were you calling hunnibunch the other day? Err, no-one, dear? Good. I thought so. … Remind me again, dearest Haas, of the owner of the shapeliest arse in this garden? Err… Yours, dear? Good. I’m glad we clarified that one.