I'm still being a naughty little boy and not going to bed so I can mess around. So I'll mess around about by telling you some of the things that I've got up to with my teddy bear Butter. Here he is:
My daddy got him for me for Christmas in 2004 and I decided to call him Butter because he is golden of colour and soft to the touch. And also fat He is so lovely, happy and cuddly (and he was bought by daddy rather than me) he instantly replaced my old bear and I sleep with him every night. I wake up if I drop him, so I'm clearly attached!
So attached that he comes with me everywhere, even if he usually doesn't come out of my bag. Sometimes he does, though.
I fly abroad reasonably regularly and I can assure you that being well-dressed and carrying a cuddly bear gets you far more propositions than you get asked if you are a nervous flier When I last flew to Australia four of the cabin crew gave me their numbers in case I wanted to meet up when I got there and I got a trip to the cockpit and took some pictures of Butter on the dashboard.
Unfortunately, I've spent a bit of time in hospital in recent years but Butter has always been a hit with the nurses and definitely makes them warm to me. Last time I was in, and I was in a rather poor state alas, one nurse would give Butter and me together a goodnight hug before she turned the lights off When I have left my bed and come back to find it made Butter is usually tucked in with his head on the pillow.
One doctor did a funny thing when I went for some endoscopic surgery on my stomach. Butter was at the end of my trolley. The surgeon said, "If that teddy bear is going to be in here he needs to be properly attired. Put a mask on him, nurse!" The nurses all laughed and one tied a green surgical around Butter's face; I felt more relaxed
All my close friends know I have Butter and when I'm visiting he often comes out for general cuddling purposes. Several friends are of the age where they have young children and with the last few visits to some it has been a real fight insisting that he is mine and not for other children to purloin. Almost all my female friends, and female partners of my friends, ask to hold or cuddle Butter when he emerges, but not a single male friend (apart from other ABs) has been uninhibited enough to do so. The misery-guts!
At the end of last year Butter was looking a bit tried and saggy, he had been loved so much, so I thought I'd get him re-stuffed. The person I know who is most skilled at sewing is my (real-life) mother. I must admit I felt slightly odd asking my mother to repair my teddy bear at my age It amused her no end! I sent him to her by courier with a note written in large letters in green crayon reading, "Please be careful with Butter and don't hurt him, Davy". When I got him back two nights (spent sleeping really badly with emergency backup teddy bears) later there was a note in with him saying, "I'm glad to be back, Dad!" I'm not Butter's dad! He looks after me!
And that's a bit out me and my bear, I hope it was fun
ps. He is most definitely not smelly at all no matter what daddy says! He just has a little bit of character.