At some point I lost my Teddy. I have no idea when or how. Throughout all the sorting I felt sure he would show up.
He didn’t.
When I got home and resumed yet more sorting I started the mammoth task of going through photographs. I found this. At some point I had him, he was definitely at mum and dad’s (I had begun to persuade myself he hadn’t made it and had been lost between moves when they settled here).
It seems that Teddy really is lost and when I came across this photo of him I was absurdly, but utterly, devastated.