Bear with me

While off work with my cold and subsequent wobble, I felt inexplicably guilty for all but neglecting my teddy bears from so many years ago.  Well, I've had my 30ish year-long dark ages, and I don't care anymore.  Mum reported that she had found them, carefully stored in plastic bags in the attic, in need of nothing more than an airing and a wee brush.

The family here includes two or maybe three that are mine, whom I remembered of course in perfect detail, and who are now safely at home with me.