Last year I had a rant about dd1 bringing Bertie Bear home from pre school,with instructions for me to write a diary of his activites during his stay with us.
Naturally,with 2 under 2's a job,college & a semi derelict house,writing a bears diary wasn't high on my list of priorities,plus all the previous mums had tried to outdo each other with cultural & 'happy family' entries.So I turned to Mumsnet for help.Suggestions included going foxhunting,piercings,taking drugs(thankyou Colditz)& various other unwholesome things.But I chickened out & wrote bland stuff instead.
Anyway,the damned bear came back here again last week.He was put in the conservatory & promptly forgotten about.On the day he was due to go back,I was panicked at the thought of making up a load of rubbish about what we'd done,so just wrote that he had gone into hibernation.I mentioned to a few of the preschool mums that we'd had Bertie & they all rolled their eyes & said how awful it was & that everyone tried to outdo each other with the dreadful diary.I then told them what I'd done & that my chances of getting Bertie again were slim.Ha,they fell about laughing & said it was about time someone put a stop to it.