My teddy bear, Edward E Claudius Bear, had a successful eye transplant at a backstreet toy hospital somewhere near Tunbridge Wells. Later he had the misfortune to suffer the loss of his head whilst sleeping peacefully in my bed. Fortunately my mother (ex nurse, ever resourceful) gave him a fairly successful emergency operation. Whilst the patient did live, he was permanently altered. In spite of many weeks of physio therapy, accupuncture, and the like, he could no longer move his head. This may have not been a great problem if the head had been facing forwards..., but, my mother was an ex nurse, not an ex surgeon! So my teddy, with two false eyes, a worn out grin, and fur that was thinning, also had an apparent fascination with something that was just out of sight on his left shoulder!
I once cut all the hair off my doll Sukey and spent months waiting for it to grow again. My Mother thought I would forget the hair growth but I never did and every day I would say; let’s see how much Sukey’s hair has grown in the night. It must have driven her mad. It was one of the many disheartening shattering moments of my young life when I realised Sukey was not alive after all! Never mind that this is in the wrong post. it's all a bit crazy in the land of Verification Vocabulary.
My teddy bear, Edward E Claudius Bear, had a successful eye transplant at a backstreet toy hospital somewhere near Tunbridge Wells. Later he had the misfortune to suffer the loss of his head whilst sleeping peacefully in my bed. Fortunately my mother (ex nurse, ever resourceful) gave him a fairly successful emergency operation. Whilst the patient did live, he was permanently altered. In spite of many weeks of physio therapy, accupuncture, and the like, he could no longer move his head. This may have not been a great problem if the head had been facing forwards..., but, my mother was an ex nurse, not an ex surgeon! So my teddy, with two false eyes, a worn out grin, and fur that was thinning, also had an apparent fascination with something that was just out of sight on his left shoulder!
ReplyDeleteI once cut all the hair off my doll Sukey and spent months waiting for it to grow again. My Mother thought I would forget the hair growth but I never did and every day I would say; let’s see how much Sukey’s hair has grown in the night. It must have driven her mad. It was one of the many disheartening shattering moments of my young life when I realised Sukey was not alive after all!
ReplyDeleteNever mind that this is in the wrong post. it's all a bit crazy in the land of Verification Vocabulary.