As a result of Sarah having been given it many years ago but not wanting it, I now have this little beauty to share my bed with me:
It can join my old beloved faithful teddy bear, who has stuck with me through thick and thin for about 35 years:
I have, after much thought, decided that the rabbit should be called Fluff. The teddy bear remains, as he has always been, Ted, and seems perfectly happy with his unoriginal name. Thankfully, he has yet to exhibit any signs of jealousy about the newcomer.
And yes, I know I'm 37 years old, and a man, and should accordingly not be the sort of person who takes cuddly toys to bed with him, but tish and pish and fiddlesticks and flapdoodle to such ageist sexist rot. I'm happy being a bit childish from time to time.