A couple of weeks ago, I was one very lucky bidder and won the opportunity for Colin to live at my house. He was lovingly crafted and donated by the Bear Guru, Jess, as part of the inspired Queensland Flood Relief Appeal Auctions. I know Jess well enough to understand that she has a very large soft spot for Colin and that she would like to know how Colin has been faring in his new home. Here is a photographic glimpse...
Colin has settled in supremely well, winning many hearts. He has learned to steer clear of the Carnivorous Fish and he and Camouflaged Twig have become buddies of the bosomy kind.
This is a photo taken of Colin yesterday morning, after much of the garden had puddled over and all the children had splashed and pranced about and then dripped their way through the entire house before Mummy was awake. Colin is quite a careful bear and requested that he be allowed to enjoy standing in his first puddle without any of that splashing malarkey. Colin felt quite a surge of adrenaline after standing in the puddle.
The puddle-related adrenaline surge, prompted Colin to come over quite death-defying and he thought he’d like to try a King Kong impersonation.
There was a horrified intake of breath from all at chez Myrtleandeunice, (with the exception of Carnivorous Fish who doesn’t do intakes of breath), when Colin’s death defying feat ended in disaster.
Jess, Colin and I would like you to know that everything is now fine. A wee lie down, a cup of tea with honey and a band aid, was all that was required.
After lunch, Colin felt suitably recovered for a spot of quiet thread-end-weaving-in. Some of you will understand how beside myself with joy I am that Colin enjoys thread-end-weaving-in. Colin says he should have the pesky blanket finished halfway through 2013. This is a glorious twenty seven years ahead of schedule.
Colin also indulges me with wool winding. I am careful not to push things because I can tell his arms get a little stiff.
To help restore the feeling in his arms, Colin performs a little Liberace-inspired number. He says that he would quite like a candlestick for his birthday.
Yesterday afternoon, the entire family visited the local library. Colin was allowed to borrow a book too. It wasn’t a difficult choice.
He solemnly insisted in standing in the borrowing line. The Please Queue Here sign towered above his head and a large thong (flip flop) wearing human pushed in front of him. But Colin is a determined soul.
The librarian was very nice and said that she would send Colin an email three days in advance of the return due date. This seemed to alleviate Colin’s concern over accumulating a (twenty cents per day) late fine.
When we arrived home, the Mr, who rather aspires to a bee keeping future, offered to read to Colin.
It is true that the Mr performed a small faint upon hearing the news of the winning Colin bid. This is now long-forgotten. The Mr is enamoured to have an interested household member at hand, to discuss the intricacies of bee hive construction, the therapeutic qualities of manuka honey and debate the merits of smothered-with-honey toast versus dripping-with-honey crumpet.