New Bear!

Once a year, work do a "raffle" where you pay a pound to pick a possible name for a Bear from a list. The cash goes to a fund to buy talking watches for blind children - it's a small thing, but practical, useful, possible, so I'm all in favour. Every year, I go and meet the Bear, decide which of the names on the list best suit him or her, and pay my pound.

This year, the Bear is called Steven. He spent a week in Reception suffering the indignity of anonymity, then an afternoon on my desk, and went home strapped into the front passenger seat. He is now keeping Dave company, and learning how to operate the TV remote control.

Edit: picture down in the comments.