Amisha Bunny of the F.C.O.

Here is our own Amisha Bunny, satchel of architectural plans over her shoulder, at the Foreign & Commonwealth Office open day.

The Grand Hall:

Being admired by Clive of India, in the Durbar Hall:

Her beloved Sir John Betjeman would be proud!

'Movember' excitement mounts...

Here's the latest exclusive picture from the Seaside Hospital library.  Let's hope they do well.

'Movember' at the Seaside Hospital Library.

Here's cousin Dhiren Bunny soliciting donations from the hospital staff for the worthy cause.

Good luck to all our bunny chums by the sea!

Under-graduate Induction Week.

We are issued with our official Bodley Help Badges!  I am so proud and excited.

Good luck to all our new students, and the staff helping with library talks and tours.

A Weekend Gardening, part 1.

Enjoying the sun-shine, we take time off to do the garden chores.  Bunnies in a pot!

 

 Then it is time for cat-watching sentry duty.  I watch from the sweet-pea canes, and Nandita chases any miscreant with a bucket of water..

We relax with a game of hide-and-seek.  Can you spot the bunny?

A Weekend Gardening, part 2.

Finally, we enjoy a little sun-bathing.

A Downland weekend.

Sometimes, we Bodley Bunnies get time off to visit the countryside.

Up the hill, taking care to close all gates behind us.

We make lots of stops to enjoy the flowers...

...taking care to avoid ambushes from unfriendly locals...

...until we reach the view at the top of the hill.

 Hooray for Sussex!

Man’s Ancient Heart Pillaged.

Who would be a Bodley Bunny?! Govinder Bunny and our Keeper returned from the New Bodleian farewell ‘tired and emotional’ on Friday night, and promptly burst into tears on each others’ shoulders. Rapid emergency cuddle cover was organised, and mugs of hot chocolate, and strong Darjeeling for Bunny Uncle because his tummy is not getting smaller, were prescribed. Much wailing about destruction of book fortresses, the loss of gloomy milieux, and dusty dark book-stacks, until we bunnies pointed out the place was a death-trap, with prehistoric air-conditioning and leaking walls, and not the place to preserve precious things for as long as the Earth shall endure! They both calmed down after that, and we had more cuddles and wiping of noses and eyes, and then it was time for a delayed dinner.

Anyway, here’s Govinder Bunny posing on the last tour before the speeches, wearing Bunny Uncle’s mourning arm-band as a sash.

The old conveyor on L-Floor.

The Indian Institute.

A rather cuter Indian Newspaper...

The IND Serials catalogue(?) (now empty).

Escaping in a Conveyor Box!