This is Monkey. He is the non-human, and perhaps-not-alive (in the conventional sense) member of our family. He is irreplacable, down to the blu-tack in his tail.
And last night we had a tragedy.
We couldn't find Monkey at bedtime.
The surprising bit was that Spike (Monkey's best buddy) went to bed just fine, with a substitute bear, but I was absolutely distraught. I was not ready for Spike to give him up!
And I had had a very busy day, including a mammoth trip to the recycling centre with a carload of cardboard, plastic bottles and glass bottles... so there was the panicked thought: Did Monkey go in the recycling skip? (Visions of 'This is the Bear...') I couldn't remember if we'd had him on the rest of our errands that day... it was terrible.
I woke early this morning with a vague memory of Spike showing Monkey to someone at school at pick-up time. Long after recycling. Perhaps Monkey was at school?
And thank God, yes he was. He had spent the night playing play-dough in the Year 1 classroom. So after a nice 'bath' (read 'washing machine') Monkey was ready for a lovely cuddle with Spike again.
Here's a picture of the two of them on holiday last summer. A cuter pair I have never seen.
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