THE EEYORE BLUES

"Well, I used to love you, but it's all over now"

Poor Eeyore, no longer treasured and cuddled. No longer plumped in the corner of a bedroom and smiled at in passing. Was he a baby's companion or given by a love-struck teenager to the girl he could not live without? What happened that he had to be discarded on a freezing cold morning on a windy High Street?

Good luck Eeyore, once you get inside that charity shop I doubt you'll be up for sale for long. Have a happy new life.