And teething for all the tusks in Africa. Red cheeks, caustic dribble, chewing everything, loss of apetite, not sleeping, whinging, fussing. Poor rabbit. We took him for a walk to Corams Field in the afternoon, what a cool park. We’d never been in there before, (you’re not allowed in unless you’re with a child). We went on a swing together, fun, looking up at the sky through the wintry baubled branches of a London Plane tree. They were planting a hedge of what looked like trellised fruit trees. 3 new sculptures of black sheep had been set in the grass. There was a sandpit of palacial proportions, kitted out with mudpie machines, a paddling pool, big open spaces, a café, a playgroup, climbing frames, a helter skelter, a mini abseiling track. I think there is a little farm too.
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