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…