Re: favourite toys
Grrrrrr Rindy. I'm not 50 nor am I ever going to be 50.
His name's Bow.
He's more holes than dog now. I have tried to patch him up a few times over the years.
Twice I have tried to throw the moth eaten thing in the bin. One of these times after a row.
The big softy even wants it to be buried with him.
I to still love crayoning Granny.
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