I have a new sweetheart and his name is Bobby.
Bobby is, of course, another boy bunny (number 9) with his dinky dungarees and necktie. He had no time to hang around with Goldie Bunny as he was made as a special request and has gone to his new home already.
The best thing about making this bunnies is something good comes of that awful moment when your favourite jumper comes out the washing machine doll-sized. During my sorting for the house move, I have rediscovered many tiny knits which I couldn't bear admit were ruined and so folded neatly and placed in drawers waiting for the unshrinking fairies to do some magic.
They never came, but now, instead of sadness, I see bunnies.