Last August we went to QLD and stayed at the Sunshine Coast for a few day. That’s when we lost Ella’s favourite teddy. One that snored when you pressed his hand. When I discovered that we left him near the beach, I was far more upset than Ella. When I enquired at the newsagent near the beach where we last saw snoring teddy, a customer informed us that she’d seen him sitting on a picnic table near the beach. I searched everywhere but could not find him. The image of poor abandoned teddy sitting all by his lonely self on a table staring at the ocean haunted me for weeks!
I tried to find a replacement when we got back from our trip, but they stopped stocking these teddies in the shop where I originally got him.
So for months – whenever the topic comes up – I have been telling Ella that teddy now lives at the beach and goes for swims in the ocean every day and plays in the sand and is very happy there.
Imagine my joy when I suddenly saw the snoring teddies in the same shop when I did my last minute christmas shopping yesterday.
When Ella unwrapped teddy this morning, I told her that Santa found it for her and brought it back. Then I couldn’t get it to snore and presumed that the batteries were flat, Ella said: “It won’t work under water, you know.”