My biggest fan says...
Eating a yummy desert in Bruges
One of my many friends, Mr Nightingale, said that I could be famous if I wrote down things about myself. I think you know the sort of thing, where I have been to, what I have seen and what I have done... So here are some random thoughts and doings.
I was found in the Bear Factory in Crawley, West Sussex by Paul (aka "Dad"). At the time I was little more than a skin but with suitable stuffing and a small silk heart (sealed with a kiss and a wish) I became the property of Donna ("Mum"). Given the Italian name of Licorno on my passport, I was destined to travel but I did not yet know it. I was little more than another cuddly toy in the household when I decided to stow away on a trip to the West Country where my many photographs became a picture story book for the "Oh My Goddaughter" as "Dad" refers to young Jemimah (with that extra 'h' on the end - it isn't a typo). There she is. As cute as a bug when asleep and a bundle of frenetic energy otherwise. Twice as chirpy as a box full of sparrows
I was found in the Bear Factory in Crawley, West Sussex by Paul (aka "Dad"). At the time I was little more than a skin but with suitable stuffing and a small silk heart (sealed with a kiss and a wish) I became the property of Donna ("Mum"). Given the Italian name of Licorno on my passport, I was destined to travel but I did not yet know it. I was little more than another cuddly toy in the household when I decided to stow away on a trip to the West Country where my many photographs became a picture story book for the "Oh My Goddaughter" as "Dad" refers to young Jemimah (with that extra 'h' on the end - it isn't a typo). There she is. As cute as a bug when asleep and a bundle of frenetic energy otherwise. Twice as chirpy as a box full of sparrows