Bunny learned to drive today. Straight from crawling to driving. Atta boy. He managed to score himself his very own boys-in-blue copper car for the day, which chuffed him to bits. His feet didn’t touch the ground mind you, but that didn’t bother him. He was happy as a pig in mud.

Once I saw the writing on the door, however, I wasn’t too thrilled. I’m not a big fan of the filth. I’ve had a few run-ins with The Law over the years. And even though those days have long since gone, and now I’m an honest-to-God law abiding citizen, there still remains a shard of distrust deep in my bones for the ol’ ducks and geese (that’s cockney slang for police, in case you were scratching your head, wondering eh? What’s she on about now?)

Please God, I prayed to myself, don’t let this be a sign of things to come. We don’t want no fuzz in the family. I leaned over bun-buns and asked him if he wanted to be a policeman when he grew up. I think I took him by surprise.

Eh, what mum?! Not blooming likely! Gimme a break, I’m only 7 months old.

And then he leaned out the door and gave me a cheeky bun-buns grin.