bear hug

Got me a new bear.

In the Mowbray charity shop the other day (the charity is Help a Rural Child, by the way), I heard a sad little voice coming from the bottom of a box of skanky old tablecloths and serviettes. I unearthed Bear.

Now he lives with the other bears in my bedroom. As you can see, he is particularly fond of Earle.

And yes, I do realise how ridiculous I am being.  I am, after all, a sensible and emotionally mature  adult woman.  Maybe it just means there’s still a bit of child in me.  And maybe that’s not a bad thing.

Anyhow, must dash off – the bears need their breakfast and I promised to make them pancakes today.

To be continued…



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