One of the nice things about being the father of a daughter is that you can vicariously enjoy those things that were not considered quite "proper" to enjoy as a boy.

So, when I was young, it might have been considered acceptable for a young lad to have one soft toy. Up until the age of six or so, anyway. Any older than that and it would have been considered to be a good excuse for his schoolmates to beat him up.

Jenni, on the other hand, is free to indulge her love for the genre – and does with remarkably dedication. This is a small subset of her collection of soft toys, which numbers well over on hundred.

Long may she continue collecting them… though where they can be put is another matter altogether!