Last week somewhere between leaving home and arriving at work, I lost my teddy bear. I’d tucked him firmly into the side pocket of my rucksack and he must have fallen out. He was a gift, and a firm favourite in therapy. I’ll miss him!
Here he is being read a bedtime story by a child practising narratives, and dressing up!
Oh no! That is a great sadness. I thought I’d lost Monkey and Frog yesterday and was equally devastated. Found them amongst the tea set though.. Silver lining is you have the perfect excuse to go find Teddy 2.0
Poor Teddy! Maybe he will make his way home. I’m a speech therapist in the States, and I just found your blog today and I’m excited to see what’s going on in London!