As many of you know, I currently live at home with the parents. This is fine and has many perks. One of these is it saves me loads of money to spend on travelling in the summer. Another is that I get to drive a car.

However the downside is that it is my Mums car. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Mum. Mr T would be proud of me (if you don’t get this; search for Mr T Mother Song on YouTube). And I am very grateful that she lets me drive it.

I am not so greatful when she buys a large teddy bear to go in the back seat.

“It was only a £1 from Oxfam…” *sigh*

Mum hasn’t named him yet. She was thinking Bernard or something. I think he should be called The Destroyer of Respect/Masculinity/Cool.

Mum, I love you, but the bear has to go.