This bear is much more important than I’d realised.
This is William. He belongs to the girl and was given to her by her Granny when she was a tiny tiny baby.
He had a small hole in his arm and she’d asked me to stitch him up.
I didn’t do it straight away, thinking it wouldn’t be a problem if she didn’t have him for a few days.
She came to me in floods of tears last night, asking when he would be back.
I have fixed him, and amended my attitude towards him.