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I was, seriously upset with Mother!Would you believe it?She stole my Hug member, Miss Peaches to include her, on her post regarding today's colour!When I protested, she said her need was greater than mine and I could always delight young Bob T Bear (Esq), again by wearing those PEACH coloured pants once more!No way!I have suffered, enough embarrassment in that direction already.So, what was I left with???My PEACH toothbrush - not funny...
But, as a resourceful bear, I stole into Mother's Photographic Archives.
What did I find?Why, a Jousting Tournament held in my birth Palace's grounds no less!And, a gallant knight in PEACH & [purple] regalia...
So, now, my post is far more exciting than Mothers!Hugs from a cocky,
Having been given the go ahead to become a Monochrome Manic, by its gracious creator & host Aileni, I thought this week, I would tinker with a photograph of my believed & beloved birthplace.
These are the Palace's front entrance gates - imposing, do you not think...

Good Afternoon everyone, allow me to introduce myself! My name is Sir Woodstock, Woodstock to my friends.I hail from the pleasant English country town of the same name, in Spireshire; and in my humble opinion from the BIG house there!If, this Palace, was good enough for Sir Winston Churchill's birthplace, it was certainly good enough for mine...
Old age & due to falling on slightly hard times a while back, means my past memories are rather vague; BUT, I can feel it in my stuffing that, I hailed from Bear-ristocracy!I have done a little Internet research into the origins of the name of Woodstock, it is Saxon and means Woody Place.Tradition points to Saxon times as those from which a 'royal' residence dates in the town.King Alfred the Great, no less visited Woodstock, and Ethelred the Unready [ unready for what I ask?] held ordinance there.However it was, Henry 1, son of William Conqueror, who built a stone wall, 7 miles in circumference around the 'royal' Park [much still remaining I can assure you]. It was where he kept 'Strange Beasts from Foreign parts'.I am alarmed to find these included Bears!Unfortunately, in the Medieval times, these poor fellows would have been used for baiting and fighting and forced to dance in chains.NO - Not keen on that King, not @ all.I think I will quickly move on to pleasanter times.I was rescued from a high, quality Antiques Stall, by Mother in December 2008, as an early Christmas gift to herself; she having recognised my superior quality straight away.I have settled in well, and, consider I have fallen on my paws re this new, if SMALL home of mine!Mother is proving a good, old sort - gives me lots of cuddles.Plus, there's a sizable hug of assorted Bears for companionship - some with considerable better breeding than other's. I will have you know, I am the only 'Hand-Made' genuine Mohair here; even the Stieffs cousins can't match that.There's also a few Canine Stuffies around & two Wheelie Dogs!Little Miss Judy, a WFT, has pedigree - very FINE felting and excellent manners that girl.She sweetly declared me an 'honorary' Wheelie this Wednesday - even, allowed me to do a 'Guest Post' on Mothers Blog instead of her.It was that, which inspired me to start my own.I know I have much to offer!As you can see I have, already grown fond of this Foxy lassie - Mawh...
However, the less said about the other Wheelie, Bailey, the better; would you believe it - a Street Foundling no less!And, as for his best buddy, Skipper, a somewhat inferior Bear, he came out of a builders skip...
And please, what does he think looks like wearing shades? I was never that fond of the 'Blues Brothers'. Still, I can Lord it over those two with ease & once they've learnt to mind their P&Q's around me, I am sure I will be more tolerate of their serious social failings.Never let be said, I am a Bear Snob but one must have standards.Okay Chaps, do take care till next time.Will have Mother work on perfecting my Blogsphere space.Gracious Hugs to all,