Sue gave me my bear a few years ago and he's one of the reasons I love her but there are a few hundred other reasons too. We're shocking correspondents but she's one of those people who can walk back into my life any old time ... although these days it's a case of 23 hours in the air and goodness knows how long in transit.
Miss Four got her hands on my bear one terrible night and used her lip-balm freely ... leading to bear rescue time here at our place.
I slipped him into the Maori kit Dominque gifted me - something to treasure from home. He and the kit have pride of place these days, high up and out of reach of those naughty little 4 year old hands.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
A Bear in Hiding
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3 comments:
Awwww he has to be the most gorgeous bear I have ever laid eyes on - and I mean that! What personality right there in that booodiful face! A great photo too (of course!)
he he... he does look a wee bit offended by the rough treatment :-D
Well Kay, he was from Babycity, back when it was in behind Arthur Barnets :)
I think he feels safer up there kompostella. :)
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