Winter has arrived (in Sydney) and we’re finding it more and more difficult to get the teddies out of bed in the morning. During the week, when grot boy and I go off to work, we don’t have time to coax and plead and beg.
So at first we tried the usual bribes – chocolate for Bobby, wine for Ccino and a new outfit for Dwight. When these didn’t work, we tried setting the heater so that the bedroom would be almost hot by the time the bears should be getting up. Even that didn’t work.
Grot boy – being a boy – had a typical boy solution, which was the least effort option. “Since the teddies don’t have to go to work, why don’t we just let them stay in bed all day?” he asked.
And as I was getting to work later and later each day from spending more and more time getting the teddies up, I gave in. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Just don’t tell anyone or they’ll think we’re negligent,” I succumbed
That night, we discovered that it did matter. I pulled back the sheets ready to jump into bed when I noticed it was littered with toast and chocolate crumbs. Teddies might like to hibernate, but Bobby still likes his food and needs to eat frequently. During the day they’d raided the kitchen, taking their snacks back to bed.
“I can’t face three months of the teddies hibernating and coming home to a bed that looks like a picnic rug after a children’s party,” I told grot boy over dinner. “We have to find another solution.”
Hephie, who was the only one who’d joined us at the table since he doesn’t hibernate became excited, “ I know! I know! We should all go to deepest darkest Africa (DDA) where I come from. DDA is always sunny and warm and the teddies will think it’s summer again.”
And so it was decided.
But first we had to get our immunisations – injections for yellow fever, typhus, and all types of hepatitis, as well as tablets for malaria – for three teddies, one hephalump and two grown ups.
A house call by the doctor was the only solution for the hibernating teddies. Thank goodness we made the doctor come to us! It meant my melodramatic fainting and squeals of pain remained a private, family affair.
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