A bit late for the first of the month but the nearest I could come to saying “White Rabbits” and “A pinch and a punch, the first of the month, and no returns.” Why? Well, in the UK these two phrases are a traditional superstition many people follow on the first day of the month. Apparently, saying White Rabbits” the moment you wake up is supposed to bring you good luck and an unexpected surprise during the month; the second phrase how you would greet someone on the first of the month. I’ve tried to find out the origins of these sayings but have drawn a blank, the closest being to the fact that people would carry a rabbit’s foot for good luck.
I have a thing about rabbits – I absolutely adore them, think they are so cute and cuddly and would rather a rabbit than a cat or dog. As children, we always had pet rabbits and later, I had wanted one as a house pet. Dave was on the verge of giving in until it was discovered I have a blood disorder and cannot risk being bitten or scratched as it could cause a few problems. My mother must have felt sorry for me for about 12 years ago for Christmas she gave me a little white rabbit. Sadly, not real but a rather cute fluffy one: so please let me introduce you to “Bunny”.
He has brought much laughter and fun among the family and strangers, had his own seat on a coach trip abroad and his own passport, wears sunglasses, been up a mountain in Austria, lazed on lilos in pools in Majorca, Minorca, Greece, Cyprus and … oh, I’ve lost count…
He’s been present at family get-togethers, loves to play tricks with the cleaning maids in hotels by being in a different place each morning, has sat strapped in on airplanes, waving goodbye as we’ve taken off, and once was threatened by a cheeky waiter in a restaurant.
My sisters and I were arguing as to whom he should sit with during our meal. The waiter, seeing our dilemma, suggested to settle the dispute he would get the chef to solve the problem with his cleaver. Needless to say, argument over and Bunny stayed in one piece – Mother took him from me and stuffed him in her handbag. Sorted.
My husband thinks I am absolutely mad – a woman of nearly sixty talking and cuddling and playing the fool with a stuffed toy, whatever next? Yet, he too, joins in the frivolity and games by hiding Bunny in the bedroom – putting him a vase on a high shelf, stuffed into a drawer with his back legs poking out or sitting on top of the ceiling lampshade, and once I found him in a saucepan on top of the stove (don’t panic – no water, no heat!). And he thinks it’s funny to watch Bunny spin round and round in the washing machine. Yet it was he who bought a little red Santa hat for Bunny to wear at Christmas!
So now the two of them come on holiday with me, and yes, the more I think about it, perhaps Dave is right after all and I am mad… totally and completely bonkers!