Thank you Helen.
My teddy is very old. I was given him when I was 2. When I was six, I knitted him a little pair of knickers in pink wool (the only colour my mother had to spare at the time) My sister trimmed his fur with nail scissors when she was six (she's younger than me) but he's presentable, and the knickers are a bit faded but still in one piece.
Even now I think of him as 'alive' and every morning I sit him in our front window so he can see out and watch goings-on.
I'm quite mad, I know.