I’m not over fat just under tall
It’s funny... But I do find the presence of stuffed toys in a totally adult household , just a bit creepy. I say this with the sudden realisation that I have three stuffed toys in the house. Colin The Chameleon , with his jaunty leg kicked sideways underneath the art wall; a cute duck billed platypus bought from Sydney Zoo is sat in my bedroom book case and a now almost 40 year old Garfield sat benignly in my living room cupboard with a gentle smile upon his face. I reassure myself that owing stuffed toys only really becomes creepy when they occupy your bed, you know the sort, sat unseeing , face forward between the pillows ..... that’s when toys are creepy Garfield was given to my by my twin sister when we were in our twenties. I liked his slightly cynical view on life back then, and that’s a riot in itself. When most young people were saving the whale, joining Amnesty International ( which I later did lol) and stretching their political wi...