Friday 20 May 2016


One morning I came to do breakfast and, in one of our special needs units, a sombre scene developed. Sprat, one of our toothless rabbits from dental issues, was served up offerings of grated carrot and shredded kale and examined both with little enthusiasm. After a while of wondering if he was feeling ok, I hit upon the reason for it.

His Lordship ordered broccoli, thank you so much.

"Honestly now, you've moved me into this lovely mansion, we have lush grass to roam on, why would I be anything less than completely discerning on what I get served when I partake of my morning feast?"