Comfort

The bear has a habit of finding the most comfortable spot possible.

It's silk darling, dontcha know.

He's getting old so we allow him his comforts. And he's just had a rough week or so after pulling a muscle and being on 'light duties' for a week which meant no stairs - so no time lolling on a double bed whilst Matthew works, or sneaking onto any other bed as the fancy takes him, or lying at the top of the stairs where he can keep an eye on all comings and goings. There's been no park and no chasing cats - well ok we can only limit that to the garden which is chaos enough. It seems to be worth it as he's in fine fettle again.