Monkey Business

I love my monkeys. Well, up to a point.

Now, I've never been much of a one for soft toys. I remember perhaps one light-coloured teddybear from my childhood, but I don't remember being particularly attached to it. For example, I have no idea what its name was. I could hazzard a guess a "Teddy", but it would be just a guess.

This makes all the more inexplicable my current fascination with all things soft, fluffy and monkey-based. For the last couple of years I have found myself delighted with fluffy monkeys - all of which I call "Monkey". (following on from my supposed naming scheme for cuddly toys in childhood)

Louise delighted me more than I felt able to express last Christmas, with her ultra-thoughtful present of one of the famous Jellycat monkeys. TL has followed on in this proud tradition and bestowed on me an anniversary monkey for my car. The old monkey was looking more than a little tired, and so it was time to refresh the monkey.

Interesting to note that I cast aside the old monkey without a second thought - certainly no sentimentality creeping into this new-found affectation.

See him here, kindly supporting my delightful vanilla air freshener. He's cute, and useful. Win-win.

So, if you're absolutely stuck for a present for me sometime - you could do worse than invoke the power of the monkey, to provide me with the kind of infantile joy that some have said is missing from my life.

Thanks, Liz. It's already part of the family - well, until something slightly nicer comes along in due course and I toss it callously onto the rubbish pile.

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[Rebecca]

Can I just say that we give a kind and loving home to the rubbish pile monkeys. We are aiming to reach charity status sometime soon...