First love

Apparently there was a conversation around the table last night about teddies, which I missed because I was in the kitchen (the story of my life). I came downstairs this morning to find Teddy in the dining room - very perplexing. Did the noise disturb him and he came down to join in the craic? But no, the Ards Man brought him down to join the happy throng as evidence of a much-loved life.

I was one of those children who believed that my toys came alive at night and had their own social gatherings- all very benign, of course. Teddy was the MC at these events. As a child, Teddy was the fount of all wisdom and goodness for me, and I loved him to bits. You can see that he is definitely missing some bits. All his fur, for a start.

So here is Teddy. Happy Saturday.