I have twenty-one plus one soft toys. The plus one is my dog – Sherlock, a basset hound; as good as any soft toy. Even better, he’s a good conversationalist.
“Sherlock, boy, will I make it?”
He thumped his tail enthusiastically.
“How much longer do you think?
He thumped his tail again.
“No.” I shook my head. “Wrong answer.”
His tail drooped. I was sorry. I looked around at the others.
My pink elephant, Shali has been with me since I was three. She has known me longest. She’s also the smallest; fits inside my twenty-eight-year-old palm. Once upon a time, she used to sleep with me. Now, she stands (majestically) upon my bedside table and surveys me as I slumber. She had no answers for me.