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Monday, 12 September 2011
For all those who still find teddies appealing. I remember a family teddy called 'Whitey' which I think both my brothers inherited from me. We were playing a game in, I think, a rented house in Hampstead. Somehow one of us accidentally threw Whitey into the open fire. Although quickly rescued by an adult, Whitey was never the same again.