to eat a pea because I feel sorry for it.

[SlightlyJaded]

I have just eaten a cherry tomato that I didn't really want (last one, bit bruised and squishy) because I 'felt sorry for it' and thought it would be sad if it didn't get eaten like it's friends...

I often do this with peas as well.

And other small pieces of food

I try to tell myself that it's ridiculous "Jaded it's just food, it doesn't have feelings FFS"

But still I find myself adding the manky mushroom to the risotto so it doesn't feel left out.

Anyone?

The illustration in the book definitely shows Owl with a lap. And a dressing gown and slippers, pajama bottoms, and obv a stove, cupboard, armchair and teapot.

Or rather kettle, though it looks more like a teapot

I picked DD2's teddy up off the floor this morning, tucked him in bed with a book propped in front of him before I went to work. At Christmas DDs had been concerned that DH didn't have a teddy from when he was a child. I bought the one which looked at me in M&S.

You've seen it with your own eyes math so that explanation is good enough for me.

Was he in a chair and if so did his feet reach the floor?

No, no, don't answer my literal-minded madness. It was a lovely story. Thanks

What a lovely story

I think I was always like this, I remember when I was little if I dropped a toy down the side of the bed and couldn't reach it, I'd drop a lit torch down, so it wasn't all alone and scared in the dark.

I don't do it with food but I do worry about soft toys, DS1 is not bothered about them at all and they often end up on the floor, which makes me sad. I haven't introduced him to my childhood toys yet as I don't think he is mature and responsible enough (maybe when he's 18? ).

When DS2 was born DS1 was given a very realistic looking baby doll, I caught DP tucking a blanket round the doll 'so he didn't get cold feet'. It was a very nippy January so this seemed a perfectly sensible thing to do.

I cant put one soft toy away alone-all have to have company.I feel especially sorry for ds's old monkey and bear-like Nobody up in the loft for years...ds is 42 this year!dd's Bun-Bun and Fox live in tissue paper in a drawer but I sometimes get them out for a quick cuddle[not sure which box monkey and Hoggy-Ted are in though.]

I completely understand you Jaded!!

it looks so sad leaving one little pea, or bean on a plate.! lonely like.

I've got a cabinet stuffed with toys. I looked at it last year after nearly 20 years of living here. I got everything out and then put them all back carefully, choosing who'd like to sit next to whom in the dark. [sob]

You're all bonkers!

We're not allowed to (((hug))) or x or call each other hunny wunny snuggle bums but we can tuck mr teddy in bed and kiss him goodnight and have sentimental feelings about peas .

See, you all pretend to be hard biatches but really you're all softies!

Reminds me of Friends when Phoebe was upset that the brown (dead) Christmas trees wouldn't fulfil their destiny!

great thread!!

bunch of silly beggers. it's good to know.

i once laundered then hung out all dd's cuddlys on the washing line by their ears and I felt awful, it looked so painful!!

and i say morning, and thankyou to my car when she has safely delivered us to our destination or safely home again.

I insisted on planting a tree in the garden after one Christmas.

Bloody thing grew like the weed it was. I think my dad euthanised it with Jeyes fluid.

oh god what about all the peas left in the back of the freezer. they never fulfil their destinies.

Oh no! Christmas trees! I get all upset whe it's time to undecorate ours and take it down. Then I have to chop it up to go in the recycling bin. I caught myself this year, talking to it and telling it how much it would love being turned into compost, and how useful it was going to be, to make it feel better......

Just reopened the toy cabinet. It's a top loader. All the toys are beseeching me with their eyes. Even the donkey I got aged 5 that's only got one eye because the dog chewed it the very day I got it.

Oh God. I'm a wreck now.

You are all mad. Seriously though, are some of these ishoos really quite problematic? Are they indicative of real problems?

Saying that - i talk to the soft toys and was sad when i said goodbye to my old car (gave it a nice pat and told it, it had been a good car etc)

Food?
Clothes? WTF

OMG Norman When I'm putting all the cuddly/musical snowmen and santas back in their boxes, I kiss them all on their foreheads and tell them I'll see them next year

I do that to the fairy! And tell her to have a lovely sleep. I view her 11 months in the loft as a kind of hibernation process......... She gets carefully nestled down in the tinsel so she is comfortable.

Oh God... We are all mad... I do this too and the soft toy thing
I cant leave a soft toy on it's own as it will ge lonely... Gawwd, I'm a grown woman! What am I doing?

Shhh... The toys will hear me...

I kept a green inflatable bunny from a beach holiday we took when I was about seven.

It was fine in my bedroom for a while then started to deflate. I kept blowing it up but it was no good. It was a terminal illness.

Eventually I hid it in the cupboard under the stairs because I couldn't bear to look at it.

Years later I found it. It was perished so badly it disintegrated when I tried to straighten it out. On the bright side, it was still violently green because it was PVC.

Two years ago a Ukrainian friend of my mum's gave her a number of hard-boiled eggs, decorated with natural dyes such as onion skins, to celebrate Easter.

My mum gave one to me. It's still in the egg rack on the kitchen counter and I can't bear to throw it away because the Ukrainian woman's not here any more and I fear something bad will happen the minute I throw her egg away.

I should handle it like a grenade with a dodgy pin, shouldn't I?

Can someone nominate this thread to classics?!

Also, having read some more posts I realise that although I am a bit barking there are plenty of you who are far far more barking...!

I like this thread - I feel among friends here.........

Although you do realise, don't you, it's not actually me writing this, because I am a small plastic Playmobil chap. My owner is an 11 year old boy, and his Mum (SoMuchToBits) is writing this really. She is very lovely to all us Playmobil people though, and usually arranges us so we all have someone to talk to while our owner is out at school.

I have six nice thin china mugs with different flowers on hanging on a mug tree by the kettle. I have to make sure I use them all equally, or they will feel left out. Even though, secretly, I have favourites....

Ah, we have definite mug hierarchy in our house. But the mugs seem to know their place, and the favourite ones never seem to upset the ranks outsiders..........

Ah, we have definite mug hierarchy in our house. But the mugs seem to know their place, and the favourite ones never seem to upset the ranks outsiders..........