SPECIAL DAY 100 CELEBRATION EDITION: I Reveal The Most Special Monkey Of Them All

When I was baby and a tiny child, we lived in a big house in Kensington. Not the whole house, mind; just the bottom floor of it, but that meant we had the garden. I seem to remember spending most of my time on the compost heap looking at worms, and one night the cover of the gas meter fell on my head; otherwise, I don't remember much about it. Anyway, because it was a road of big houses in Kensington, some interesting people lived in our street.

In the house across the road lived Cynthia Lennon and her son, Julian Lennon. You know. John Lennon's son. Monkeymother tells me that when I was very little, about 3 or 4, and he was about 8, he used to come and play with me. Apparently he was very kind to me, and a very sweet child. And one year, he gave me this monkey. The monkey that his father had given him. So, to celebrate this 100th day of not-working, I would like to share Monkey with you all; a Monkey that came to me from John Lennon via Julian Lennon. In this photograph, he is wearing his hat.


Here he is relaxing next to a bowl of Autumnal apples and pears. In this photograph, his hat is OFF, but still attached via a piece of red string. I am sure you will agree he has lovely legs. I think I used to chew his tail, but I was a Very Tiny Child so can be forgiven, I think.









Here he is from the back. You may be able to see his red bottom. More importantly, you will be able to see the word LOVE stitched clearly on his head.











He is a bit motheaten now and needs to go to the Toy Hospital for a bit, but I love him very much. I often think that I will write to Julian Lennon, who may miss his monkey; I sometimes think he should be returned to his rightful owner. But only once he's mended.