I’ve never been the kind who liked stuffed toys, not even as a child or teenager. So I was a bit surprised when S (who was then my boyfriend and not yet the husband) gifted me with a Paddington Bear doll many moons ago and obviously before the arrival of our little T. When asked why, he said he wanted to give me a memento that sort of epitomised something British, despite knowing that Paddington Bear is actually from Peru (or so says his creator Michael Bond). Between Paddington and Winnie the Pooh, I think I do prefer Paddington.
This is my Paddington bear out on a beach outing. Here in the UK, people won’t find it odd if you show up on a beach, (especially during the cold season) in a duffle coat and wellington boots, just don’t show up with a suitcase or one might think that you’re about to dump a dead body in the water.
Our dog Mutley (whom I wrote about on this post) with Paddington. Mutley liked to sniff him which Paddington of course didn’t think was an appropriate thing to do to bears, especially a bear like him.
Paddington having his photo taken at Heathrow.
So of course, it was only natural that Paddington would accompany us on the husband’s (then boyfriend’s) first trip to meet my family in the Philippines.
In the photo above, Paddington receives a warm welcome hug from Grumpy Bear (a close cousin’s bear). He wondered whether this was the way Filipinos greeted their visitors, I assured him that it wasn’t. Like everyone else, we also like to shake hands.
This is my little bear on a boat, we were off to visit a lovely deserted island on this photo. Paddington insisted on not taking off his duffle coat in spite the warm and humid air.
When asked if he liked the Philippines, his reply was “Oh yes, very much! In spite the hot weather. My only complaint is that they don’t seem to have marmalade here“.
This post was linked-up with Podcast’s What’s The Story.