At present I am sat at Paddington Station in London awaiting a train home. I am reminded of a Paddington Bear soft toy that Thor was given for Christmas. Thor absolutely loves it and he has by in large, hugged it almost as much as his beloved MiMi ever since. If you hug it enough it comes out with the words ‘Hello, my name is Paddington’ and then he lets out a little roar!
As you can imagine, there are a mass of cuddly toys for all of the children to adopt, however they all have their own specific beloved.
I am also reminded that the last time that I was sat in this very seat, I had a conversation with an elderly gentleman. Like his generation, he found talking to strangers easy. I think that the younger generations, especially here in London, don’t find it as straight forward. Anyhow, he talked about himself and then about thinking of patenting an idea of his. He asked for an unbiased opinion and I graciously gave it. Okay, enough said. He talked very freely and then the conversation lead on to the fact that he used to be best friends with the brother of Michael Bond, the creator of Paddington back in the 1970’s.
Small world isn’t it?