I am a strong, independent woman.
I have my own house, my own car and my own manic sausage dog.
I make my own money.
So if I want to buy myself a bunny onesie with that money well….that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
If the neighbours didn’t think I was barking mad before, they certainly do now.
Mort is a little unsure about the new addition to our household….
But I’m sure he will come round to the idea. Once he realises that the bunny knows where his food is kept.
Whatcha think? Completely deranged? Or just a tad unhinged?