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
Dear Uncle Bearsac Please help me. My owner has acquired the knowledge I’m worth money and wants to sell me, I thought he loved me, but it seems he only sees me through his pound-sign-eyes these days. There I was sitting on his lap in front of the telly, all comfy like, watching one of Read More
Dear Bearsac I’m in despair as my owner won’t accept that he can hear me speak. I know he can hear me as his ears prick up and he turns up the telly. A friend of his mentioned that she heard me speak but he just told her she must be imagining it as teddy Read More
