My efforts were paying off: after hours of wading my way through mountains of junk, at the White House (Hartburn) I managed to group families of teddy bears that had been separated for years. In most cases they comprised threesomes, but occasionally there were more members. For example, there were four big orange teddies from circa 1973.
Afterwards I asked my father if I could pour myself a glass of pink drink to share with Granny H. It looked like he would say yes, but my mother butted in to make it clear that alcohol was not on offer at lunchtime.
