By the time Jensen Indiana came into this world, he was already the proud owner of many millions of furry friends. Every time I was out in Southampton with him we would (and still will) cruise the Disney Store, looking for a new friend. Christmas, Birthday, Easter; every occasion meant a new plush character arrived in our home…and slowly started to take over.
This morning I extracted seven furry friends from our bed…and found 9 more on the floor. Jensen’s bed in his room is entirely populated by the likes of Peppa Pig, friends and family, more costumed Mickey and Minnie Mice than I like to think about and a whole host of other characters. And Jensen loves them all. Just like I did as a child he cannot give any of them up, and rediscovers a love of a different one each day, squealing with delight when he digs Copper the hound out of the back of his cupboard. At the moment it is Bolt. We adore Bolt and even let him borrow our pyjamas, even if this morning I did discover him in the microwave part of the toy kitchen.
This was beginning to be a problem in that Seahorse will be here soon and we have little room as it is in our home, and also that we have plain ran out of space for any new friends that Jensen might fall desperately in love with.
Surfing a few weeks ago I came across something that is about to revolutionise Jensen’s bedroom and the rest of our house. It arrived this morning. It will give me immense pleasure to be able to stuff those little bodies into the zoo and know that there is one huge space for them and they need plague us no more. This is by far the best idea I’ve seen for storing toys and far surpasses my childhood neighbour’s practice of hanging each toy by a cotton noose from their ceiling. I still shiver when I think about that.
Gavin has no idea what is waiting for him when he gets home, but I did say he had a “present” that required a little DIY. And we all know that men LOVE DIY.