Mr Cheesborough

My oldest bear was given to me about thirty years ago in a carrier bag, his stuffing coming out, eyes hanging off and limbs off. He belonged to an aunt who thought I would love him and have him restored, she was born in 1912 and the bear bought when she was a baby. It’s not an attractive bear but it has been well loved and cared for, and I think that’s what is important.
Session at gym this morning, cleaned the car ready for trade in tomorrow, hubby thought I was mad to vacuum it when it’s going, then visit from a friend on route from Texas to Aberdeen.