Valentine's Day and Plush Toys. What a horrible combination of memories this dredges up. I mean I quite like old 'Eeyore' up there and always preferred him to Pooh the bear with very little brain. But the very little brain I married gave me a plush toy for our first Valentine's Day.
I should have changed my name and moved overseas the minute I received this fabulous token of his affection (or derangement).
I have not forgotten trying to get home in a train carrying a two and a half foot high plush elephant. You know the saying, "ignore the elephant in the room", well try ignoring a fluorescent pink elephant accented with fluorescent green ears and feet on a crowded train.
Donations of Krug Champagne for a Valentine's Day tipple will be gratefully accepted. I will supply the pink elephants.