Rabbit Thought of the Day

Am all excited only 30 minutes to go and am out the door, the final countdown has started.

Simple things amuse simple minds!

Royal Ascot is tightening up its dress code to raise standards and fake-tan lines are among the "style crimes" to come under scrutiny. Can bottled tan ever be sophisticated?

Fake is a nasty word. And the fake tan is a much-derided concept.

Brands for the most part avoid the word fake - self tanning, bronzing and summer glow are instead the order of the day. Flick through certain celebrity gossip magazines and you will see the use of fake tan as a favoured avenue of attack on the famous and semi-famous.

Reality TV star Jodie Marsh is mocked as a "Ronseal-dipped horror" while the Italian designer Valentino is the "world's most orange man".

Gavin Henson, Christina Aguilera and Victoria Beckham are among those who have been abused for their year-round brownness. There is something entertaining to many about people who strive so hard for a particular aesthetic ideal that they leave themselves looking more than a little odd.

It’s getting close, not long now and I’ll be out of the door as fast as my little legs will carry me.

So far this morning I have done all the tasks on my ‘To Do List’ which included checking quotations for compliance against the specification and to ensure that all the quantities are ok, which they all were.  

All the cost have been entered on the analysis sheet, and we now ready to pick the supplies we want (we are open to bribes at this stage..lol).

I have just put my camera batteries on charge and I will make sure the spare are fully charged as well, always better to ensure that your batteries included the spares are fully.

It most embarrassing to discover your batteries are flat when out on a photo, not only that is disappointing to come back with nothing to show but sore feet after a day out.

A fruit farm has stopped doing "pick your own" strawberries because customers are eating too much of the fruit without paying. Hacker's Fruit Farm, near Cambridge, had offered pickers the chance to select their own strawberries for the last 40 years. Mark Spight, who runs the farm, said he was annoyed at the number of people not paying for the strawberries.

One family were caught dipping the berries in cream as they picked them.

Mr Spight said he used to get angry watching people gorging themselves then only taking a handful of fruit to be paid for. He said some people were eating up to £15 worth of strawberries and would come to the checkout covered in juice.

There had also been an increasing problem with unruly behaviour leading to plants being trampled and fruit damaged. "We don't mind people going picking and trying some strawberries, but we once had a family come with a bowl of cream. It was shocking," said Mr Spight.

The farm still has a farm shop and "pick your own" blackberries and other berries.

I’ll admit it I have sampled a few strawberries when I have been, maybe half a dozen but probably no more than that. I was walking the supermarket the over day when a bunch of youths were sampling a large packet of crisps and a bottle of coke while walking round, they did get stopped by the security gaurds on the way out.

Am now in the office after an early morning start, thankfully I only have to work until 12 then I am on holiday until a Monday, hopefully a lovely long weekend is pending.

Not a lot to do this either, IO just try and keep in the back ground and out of trouble, as long as the top bosses aren’t around as I have decided to dress down today a tee shirt and my chino’s no suit and tie for me today.

My God, it’s 4am, and my brain has decided that’s its time to get up. Am fully awake and there’s no chance I will be able to get back to sleep. You know sometimes you wake up and your brain goes click and says come on body I’m ready to get going. Well that’s just happened to me.

My head is ready for a new day; unfortunately my body needs another hour and a half sleep yet. But it got no chance of getting it.