Hi
I indulged my inner child this weekend. There's a shop where you can pick a teddy bear, have it stuffed, give them a voice and then buy them outfits. I may be thirtysomething years old, but something inside kept crying out for one of these little chaps. So the latest addition to our family is Steve; up to now he has an England tshirt, jeans and trainers, a tshirt that says 'Whatever', a wizard (Harry Potter style) outfit and a postman outfit.
Maybe he's my substitute child, I don't know, my hubby thinks I'm daft, but what's wrong with being a bit daft every once in a while? 
