No, not the end of the blog.
We’ve got the rather nice all-in-one edition of the Winnie The Pooh Stories and the poems etc. that was published a couple of years back, ours was a 10 quid job from the Book People, if you ever see it snap it up.
Anyway, on Tuesday read the last chapter? of The House at Pooh Corner to SB at bedtime. I know it’s daft, seeing as it’s only a story and it’s a toy bear. but it always brings a lump to my throat and a tear to the eye when I read it (For anyone who hasn’t read it, Christopher Robin is 6 and is going off to boarding school – I assume – and takes Pooh off to a special place to say goodbye, but he can’t bring himself to actually tell Pooh that he will be going away)
Oh no, that one makes me cry whenever I read it! In fact, I could cry just thinking about it. Now I have a six year old son, and he has a special cuddly creature, it just seems sadder than ever.
oh yes, I sobbed through that chapter too, it’s not the thought of him going away as such though, it’s the thought of him going somewhere he couldn’t take Pooh!!! What sort of horrid place is that
Oh no, i cried to think about it, i’m turning into my mother!