Boris

Two nights ago we had to move our bed to the middle of the room. The council had decided to put new pavement on our street, so there's was a lot of digging and drilling going on all night. Tim became the five year old boy he still is (not so very deep inside), and ran out in the street to watch all the cool trucks (and desperately wanted to drive the one that looked like a dinosaur!). Luckily for us, our bedroom is facing the garden, but the construction work was still so heavy that the walls were shaking. Thus, the best solution was to move the bed.

Having the bed in the middle of the room was suddenly quite handy as I wanted to change our sheets last night. No more crawling across the bed, being unable to stretch the sheets because I'm on top of them. But then, what did I discover if not Boris!!!

Next to the bed (on Tim's side) we have a few built in shelves. The lowest one is on level with the bed, so you never see what's below - thus it's a great place for hiding things you don't want out. And that's why Boris got his place there! Some of you might wonder who Boris is, and no, we have not kidnapped Londons newly elected mayor. Our Boris is a stuffed boar's head. Yes, a real one!

I assume most of you know about Tim's obsession with e-bay. Unsurprisingly, Boris was bought on e-bay. For a long time, Tim had this idea that he wanted a stuffed real animal. His original idea was an elk head, which he wanted to put on the inside of our bathroom door. Knowing how small English bathrooms normally are, and how nasty a damp elk's head most likely smells I said no. Or rather, I've promised him that when he's rich and has bought me a big house, then he can have a room which he can fill with toys and whatever weird things he wants. In the meantime, it's a no!

Sneaky Tim, however, soon managed to get someone else in on the idea of a stuffed animal. As the smooth talker he is, he convinced his boss C (a wealthy lady in her fifties) that they should get a boar's head together for their office! Said and done! He started searching e-bay, safely knowing that C would pay for half the boar. And that's when he found Boris (although not yet named). One quick auction later Boris was shipped to the Firm, to be placed in their departmental office. There was a small problem upon arrival - the poor packaging had damaged Boris' front teeth. Oh, well. Problem number two, however, was quite a lot bigger. All of a sudden, C remembered that the Department have a lot of orthodox male clients of a non-christian belief, who would certainly be very offended if a staring boar's head would meet them in the office. Said and done, Boris had to go home with Tim. He lived his first few weeks with us in his box in a corner of the living room, but I soon got very tired of the lack of space (boars are in fact rather big animals). Thus, he had to be moved to the shelf under the bed. Tim has promised me that he'll give Boris a new home somewhere else, but nothing has happened yet. So, if you or anyone you know wants Boris (preferably before the end of July when we're moving), please let me know. In the right home, he would be a great pet!