actually, it’s mr bean’s teddy bear but i have one all to myself.
he’s travelled alot with me, i remember taking him to malaysia and singapore 6 or 7 years ago i think. he rode in my airport trolley while i listened to ‘the bends’ by radiohead for the first time. he was the one that was thrown around by my younger cousins. he’s faithfully slept in my bed for a good few years and he’s kept a few good secrets. toy bears must have so many stories to tell.
enough with the psycho babble about my bear..
i’m keeping a closer eye on my dad. i went to the clinic with him yesterday for his rountine check up and while some things are good, some things are not so good. it’s scary these days, my parents are talking about ‘the end of their lives’. what they want to do and putting those plans into drive. makes me want to be a kid again in many ways but i understand that they are people that have needs and wants just like you or me. it’s just a hard slap in the reality face when your mother says he could drop dead any minute. he’s still around, i’m not giving up that easily.
