My parents were probably slightly older and slightly stricter than most of the others I knew, but they did recognise the value of a furry frined. When I threw a toy out of y pram, they walked for miles looking for it. When I started Nursery School, my Mum made sure I had a tiny pink Teddy in my pocket for company. And when I was taken into hospital, she made a special trip home not just for Ted Fred, but for my favourite doll too.
I am absolutely sure Fred's escape had nothing to do with my Mum or Dad.