This 'not so little fella' joined my bear collection yesterday.
He's 80 cm tall and filled with pellets - so he can stand anywhere he likes.
(I've had to use a picture from the internet because my laptop doesn't seem to
want to up-load my photos this afternoon)
At the moment he's stood at the end of the sofa so he can watch TV.
This afternoon he was stood out in the sunlight - meeting
my bear-loving next door neighbour!
Mark bought him for me because he knew that I would never buy him for myself.
My husband is prone to these lovely, generous, grand (and immensely impractical!)
gestures every once in a while.
When I was stranded in Geneva by the Icelandic ash cloud a couple of years ago,
Mark drove all the way across France to rescue me.
He's also the guy who hid a bottle of Chanel No 5 in a Milk Tray Easter Egg.
He painstakingly undid all the wrapping, popped in the perfume and wrapped it up again
so it looked completely untouched.
These lovely mad moments of Mark have become part of our family's folklore.
Do you have similar tales from your family....