I think my name is Piglet, nobody really knows - I was found abandoned at a bus stop when I was very young. My rescuer [who was a nearly grown up Girl of three and three quarters] took me home with her, and has been my faithful companion ever since - I think I have forgiven her for the ten year sojourn at the bottom of a packing case.
I've needed a bit of surgery from time to time; having suffered from Stitchup Perishonitis in a couple of places, but mostly I'm in pretty good shape for a fiftymumble year old. Sadly the same cannot be said for my Faithful Companion, I may have to trade her in for a new one.
