Dear Uncle Bearsac Please tell me, am I still a teddy bear? I am now without ears. My owner was told that he was too old to keep me anymore and his father chucked me out like a piece of rubbish. My owner came to rescue me from the dustbin but then had a partial Read More
I may be responding to this late but my mummy doesn’t have a TV and we only came by it recently after seeing a YouTube video of Piers Morgan speak on Good Morning Britain, then searching to see what Boris had said. Besides, it would have been heartless to have said this whilst Boris was Read More
Dear Uncle Bearsac I am in deep distress and am a nervous wreck. I live on the windowsill of my owner’s bedroom, overlooking next doors yard. There are four very large scary dogs that have just moved next door and they live in the yard. The dogs bark at me with slime falling from their Read More
I cannot believe I have left it so long to blog about my mummy’s book! It was published in May this year (2019) and I’ve only just got my furry bottom into gear now! Travels with My Teddy Bear (Travelogues and Musings of a woman with Asperger’s Syndrome and her teddy bear) covers our travels Read More
He used to talk to all ‘n’ sundry in Borehamwood. In Shenley Road, upon the station’s platform he would confuse, delight and frighten with his mere ‘Hello’! Train passengers journeying to and from Elstree & Borehamwood, chatting on their phones, would tell their conversational partners about the mad woman making her teddy bear talk. Often, Read More
A poem by my mummy who has people give her patronising unsolicited advice because of her Asperger’s Syndrome traits! Who are you to impose your advice? Who are you to impose your advice? Your ideas are naïve and your wisdom unwise. You don’t know the full story so how can you know. So keep quiet Read More
