Is how I’m feeling at the moment. My peace is shattered. My life is ruined. Not only are the Greens escaping all blame for the disaster at the Pike river mine , the government poised to accept a new Constitution which wouldn’t pass a citizen’s referendum and the wider world’s news all bad but my summer retreat is being overrun by rabbits.
Yes, rabbits. Dozens of them. The Fusspot counted 13 capering on the lawn yesterday morning and has vowed to Fix The Problem. My general usefulness and hunting prowess has been called into question and even though the Chair Stealer/Duvet Denier has tried to calm the situation by pointing out that I can’t be expected to be in 13 places at once She won’t listen.
I thought she loved me unconditionally but I have been called impotent and rabbitshy and she is on the phone to her doggier friends trying to borrow a Jack Russell or some other terrier for a few days.
I am devastated. I am heartbroken. How will I cope gracefully if I have to share my home with a gloating fleascratcher. Especially if the fleascratcher solves the Rabbit Problem.