tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872871750824740205.post-18021758431013506092008-07-06T16:21:00.003Z2008-07-06T16:30:25.017ZA couple of days ago we were sat down about to have our tea, and a car pulled up outside. A chap got out and walked up our path with a plastic bag, so I got up to meet him at the door.<br />'Jim Medway?'<br />'Yep that's me'<br />'You've won the Girl Guides <span style="font-style: italic;">guess the name of the rabbit</span> competition from last week's <span style="font-style: italic;">Whaley Bridge Water Weekend! </span><span>Here's your rabbit.'<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">'</span>Brilliant, thanks, - what was the name?'<br />'Lance'<br /><br />-and he's actually a very nice rabbit.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Lc_gzZ9hPw/SHDxO2INMCI/AAAAAAAAAko/Uzp1Kkds88Y/s1600-h/P03-07-08_22.04.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Lc_gzZ9hPw/SHDxO2INMCI/AAAAAAAAAko/Uzp1Kkds88Y/s400/P03-07-08_22.04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219937205472800802" border="0" /></a>Jim Medwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356399471133752156noreply@blogger.com