Teddy’s bearing up well
MINE’S Ted, what’s yours called? Not an original name, but I was five when I got my teddy bear. Over the intervening half century, Ted’s been a witness to my life.
His toe got chopped helping me learn to ride a bicycle, he lost an eye when we blundered through a briar hedge after ‘apple slogging’ in a neighbour’s orchard, he got a tar stain on his leg when I dropped him on roadworks, and a torn ear when the family dog got jealous of our relationship.

