I'm skint. Really really skint. Today in town I've somehow managed to lose my DS's 2 favourite toys, a Lamaze 'all ears' elephant and a Nuby twister teether rattle, which were fastened together and clipped to his pram. I bought both of these at an out-of-town shopping centre which I can't even afford the train fare to at the minute, no shops in my city sell these (that I know of) even if I had money to buy replacements. DS hasn't realised they're missing yet, but I'm dreading it as he particularly loves that bloody elephant and has had it since he was 6 weeks old. I feel like crying, AIBU?