Time to move on.

In amongst the stuff I've been sorting, I found one of my boxes of bears.  When we were little, my sister had a collection of owls, and I had bears.  Not many soft toy bears, more ornaments and trinkets.  When I finally got my own room, they lived on top of a chest of drawers.  For about the last 15 years they've lived up on the loft boxes.  One had made it's way down to the back bedroom and contained this Harrods Christmas Bear.  He was too nice for charity so he's going to be hopefully rehomed by my Niece or Nephew.

Another run in to town with recycling and things for charity.  We're realyl starting to make progress now.