The life and photography of Mr Bunny Chow

Wow, what can I say after the post I wrote about depression the other day  I’ve received a whole shitload of love and support from my friends all over the world and I just wanted to say a huge big thank you to each and every one of you who has reached out, fist bumped, shared and generally just proved to me that the world is full of lovely people.

I had written and deleted that post or equivalents of it dozens of times over the last year and always been to chicken to share them with the world.

I should have grown a pair earlier because the power of talking has given me such a huge mood high I cannot begin to describe it.

I thought I’d give a few updates while I’m here.

I wrote most of the last post on my phone while waiting for my GP who was over an hour late, when she did see me she prescribed me a new kind of happy pill that upon research and speaking with my pharmacist I have decided not to take for a variety of reasons, one of which is it is likely to make me fatter than I already am and another that it is likely to make me very drowsy especially in the mornings and unsafe to drive when in such a state. With two small kids to get to and from school this just isn’t an option even if it will only happen in the short-term.

I am awaiting a call back from her on Friday so that we can discuss alternatives.

I also have my first appointment with my new councillor on the 12th so we’ll see how that goes.

One or two of you asked me about masks.

I have a few default ones.

1. I don’t want to deal with my head so I’ll pretend to be happy
2. Mrs BC or the kids don’t need to deal with my head so I’ll pretend to be happy
3. The ostrich – bury my head in the sand (this one is particularly ineffective as when you do pull your head out of your rear the lion is probably going to be very close)
4. You are my friend and I’ve not seen you in a long time so I’ll pretend to be happy
5. You are on the internet so I can easily pretend to be happy

I am not very good at these masks and can come across as a grumpy miserable old sod. I am quite a grumpy sod and am often happiest when I am allowed to be a miserable old curmudgeon whilst drinking brown beer in my pub.

Ahhh yes my pub, that was one of the other things that people latched on to. It is nothing all that special, I built the bar from a driftwood pallet and have decorated it with a couple of eBay bar stools and other little trinkets that make me feel happy.

 

Now I don’t spend as much time as I would like in my pub as unfortunately my pub has spiders and spiders are not something that guests in my pub are as keen on as I am. I do occasionally have a blitz and get rid of them but by and large they remain.

They are my friends.

I have also been asked to elaborate on the new dog. She is a Labrador Staffie Cross and adores mud and destroying everything she can. She is badly behaved, seems to forget she is house trained at least a couple of times a week and I am besotted. Everyone else in the home hates her.

Bunny of course remains as my sweet but extremely dim ever faithful companion.

I am not going to elaborate on my hatred for my Sons headmaster in this very public place because my sons will have to live under his command for at least the next nine years and we’re only six months in to our battle of wills.

Thank you again for being out there.

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow (aka Rob the Curmudgeon)