A small coda to my last blog post. I was at my folks’ house again this weekend, arriving late on Friday evening. No sooner was I in the house than my dad told me to close my eyes and walked me down to the garage. There, standing on its now slightly squiffy legs in the darkness, was my zebra.

It turns out my sister had passed on the blog post to my parents, and my dad (being an incredible softie like me), had gone back to the tip to pick up the zebra. Just so I could say goodbye to it.

Here is me the next day, saying goodbye:

Parents are great.

Thanks dad.