...was Anna's delighted cry as she hopped off the bus, brandishing 'Sammy' the class bear and thrusting Sammy's copious quantities of paraphernalia into my arms (book bag, journal, rucksack). So this afternoon was spent showing Sammy a good time, by way of cleaning out the guinea pigs, dancing to ABBA, having a little tea party, before writing all this up in Sammy's journal.
I was not altogether sorry to see Sammy return to school the following day.