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Thankfully not.
Perhaps also, now is a good time not to start.
The storyIt all sort of started a long time ago with the bunny my then secretary kept on her desk. Well one day one of my teams kidnapped the bunny leaving a ransom note. They then took said bunny with them wherever in the world ay of them went taking pictures and sending postcards to wind her up (she did eventually get the bunny back together with an album of his travels)
So a few years later Mrs K spots this discarded unsold bear near the till of a souvenir shop at Seattle airport and as ladies do goes "aaah, we must buy him". Now Seattle not exactly being round the corner from Sussex he got photographed all sorts of places on route back. And I then said why not . . . . .
He's been all round the world, seen eclipses, hugist waterfalls, been loved by air stewardesses, been given huge loads of choccies by hotel staff, challenged by immigration officials and sadly started to have his stitching come apart which is a real no no with intl travel so has hung up his passport.
It's made many and esp Mrs K laugh a lot and if it doesn't do same for anyone else then ho hum I don''t care
