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9th February 2003

Fancy, almost a whole year gone by and nobody has written to me!  In case you need reminding, to write to me about anything - any problems, any admiration you would like to offer (me) - anything at all [ Click here ].  Confide all!  I shall be thrilled and will answer you pronto.

24th February 2002

In view of the continuing dearth of letters to me in my capacity as Uncle Sealy, I am publishing further mail from my friend Mr. Edward Bear, which I think might amuse any potential readers I might have.  You will note his punctuation started off very well but went off as the letter progressed. The letters are printed in reverse date order, so scroll down and read upwards!

21st February (later in the day)

My dear fellow,

Panic not|: I have HM's ear, and with this wonderful modern e-mail system, I can catch her on the other side of the world.  She is being rather generous with the handouts, it being her Golden whatsit, so you might, might be a lucky bear! Hworr, hwoor, hwoor!  Not only lucky, but titled - Raa, raa, raa - though alas, that doesn't include being entitled to anything....more hwoor, hwoor, hwoor!

Mind, might give you a bit of a leg-up with the PM!

Sealy Bell - Oh, hang the surname, just call me Sealy!

21st February 2002

Dear Sir Sealy

What a delightful surprise to hear from you!

I am sorry to hear about your sartorial difficulties, I entirely sympathise as myself am looking distinctly threadbear these days. Worse still, a mortifying photograph of 15 or so years ago was found and shown gleefully to all and sundry just the other day, which showed myself and my younger compatriots arranged in the garden for family album photo by my owner (then aged approx. 10) and her friend, in which whilst Albert looked the picture of rotund fluffy health and even Archibald clearly rounder than he is now, alas I looked exactly the same - albeit with slightly more nose than now.

The experience was so depressing for me that I have been hiding on a shelf ever since, in fear of catching sight of this terrible momento mori again. The photographic evidence proved that I must have bravely sustained severe and irreversable traumatic damage at an early age at hands of very young and overenthusiastic owner, that what is more during this turbulent period I was deprived of any back up/cavalry in form of other bears, and that therefore in manner of war veteran I should perhaps should be awarded a pension, a medal, or indeed a knighthood like your good self.

In any event, it is a great relief to be able to unburden (or unbearden) myself to a distinguished fellow like yourself, and naturally your opinions on appropriate remuneration for longsuffering bears would be received with great interest.

Meanwhile I am afraid to confess my Christmas was somewhat of a let down also. It was allegedly to be spent at owner's boyfriend's house, but in the event I was lured there under false pretenses, and was kept well away from proceedings in a strange house which they were housesitting with a slightly menacing cat, several miles away from any present opening, christmas dinner or similar. I did not even get my usual large shiny metallic bow stuck on me.

Oh dear, i fear i have moaned on rather, sorry.

Actually, i am feeling much cheered right now, a problem shared is a problem halved and all that. Yes, I am sure all that is missing is a little recognition. after all, you have your own web page AND a knighthood, now that must be good for morale.

Best wishes,

Edward Bear (Mr).  

15th February 2002

Dear Mr. Edward Bear,

Or should I have entitled this letter 'Long time no bear'?

I was thinking about you the other day and wondering how you were.

Are you still enjoying life?

How was Christmas for you?  Mine was very boring this year, partly because my Santa costume had gone missing, and this must be the first time for my whole life that I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit — and goodness knows that's more than a little moth-eaten nowadays. You may remember it had a poor start in life anyway.

Best wishes,

Sealy Bell (Sir)

(Note: I would not normally publish a letter intended by my eyes only, but I have been so bereft of mail I am sharing my great pleasure at receiving this letter with you, dear faithful reader.  I make no comment on Mr. Bear's lack of interest in punctuation....)

dear Sir Sealy

i was both thrilled and enthralled to read of your adventures, being as i am the elderly and lamentably much-'loved' figurehead of a twenty strong clan of ursine gentlemen from alresford crafts ltd.

my own career was marked in youth by such highpoints as a photographic appearance in the Times (pictured seated on steps of national gallery with my owner then aged 5, yours truly referred to as the latter's "constant companion, edward bear") and enforced participation in outings and foreign travel. these diversions were, however, scant compensation for the constant round of indignities to which i was subjected, e.g. dropping in rock pools, leaving in graveyards, and the dreaded "hand-wash-short-spin-low-heat-tumble" (the label implied a harmless procedure; i, however, am sad testimony as to the extreme risks involved in this practice).

in more recent times, myself and my cohorts were often the recipients of mixed fortunes at the hands of our now fully grown keeper, as she attempted to ignore us in favour of more adult pursuits. many of my number still languish in a dark although spacious loft, however, such was our previous impact on her psyche that she was unable to resist our furry charms entirely. consequently, we have after much negotiation now instituted a reasonably satisfactory rotation system, whereby at any one myself and a consort are permitted residence in centrally located london flat with cooperation of keeper's extremely tolerant boyfriend (who occasionally has been known to acknowledge our existence, much to his own horror).

albert, a large, adipose, cream-coloured gentleman, is my current colleague.

thus, sir sealy, i wished particularly to congratulate you on your competent handling and maintaining of relationship with fully adult humans. i was, however, extremely concerned to hear of your enforced parentage of infant of dubious origins, and was impressed with your coping with pater familias role in what sounded like appallingly difficult circumstances. as the oldest and tattiest, may i assure you that i too faced, regularly and over many years, the ritual humiliation of being roundly usurped on special occasions by the arrival of a larger, newer, furrier, altogether more splendid and more amply proportioned 'relation'. i soon realised, however, that each new 'relation' in turn was destined to be similarly maimed and defurred and consequently relegated by arrival of newer model, which i can tell you put things into perspective a great deal.

may i therefore offer my services if ever you require a helpful chat with a bear of Many Experiences, and once again thank you for sharing your tales.

yours

Mr Edward Bear

battersea  sw11

Dear Sealy,

I am worried about the apple trees in my new home.  I can see they're very old, and they have a lot of branches sticking up at right-angles.  I've read in my book that if they look like that they have probably been overpruned.  Unfortunately it doesn't tell me what to do about that.  Can you help?

Wannabe a Good Gardener

Dear Wannabe a GG,

If you go down to the link about serious gardeners on our home page, you will find ways of asking better men than yours truly how to sort out your apple trees.  I have to say it is beyond my ability, as generally apple trees are way above me.

However, I think you will get your answer there.  In fact, dear visitors, any gardening questions can be sorted out there much more easily than by writing to me.  It's not really my forte.....

May your apple trees produce lots of apples next year.

Dear Sealy,

I live in London whilst my parents live overseas, so we lead very separate lives as parents and daughter at the best of times.  How can I do my best to support my parents who are undoubtedly the two people I love the most in this world, following their very recent announcement that they have decided to part ways after 37 years of marriage?

I know this type of thing happens every single day, but nothing prepares oneself for the unmistakable heartache and feeling of helplessness.  For instance, as the only child, it is my duty to launch a salvage/rescue type operation or just accept and respect their joint decision?  How do I know if they have considered every possible way in which to deal with their feelings?

Yours,

London Lady

Dear London Lady,

While your news is very sad, it is good to read a letter from a loving and caring child. You obviously love your parents very much, which is as it should be.

When you were younger and growing up, did you never feel your parents were too reluctant to let you have your own life, 'do your own thing', so to speak?  It would be strange if you had not experienced this feeling at some time.  Certainly you would have been sure you knew just what you were doing with your life at that time -- after all, you must have reasoned, you were grown up, weren't you?

I think the time has come for you to give your parents the sort of freedom that you yourself needed at that time.  Heartbreaking as their decision must be to you,  you must respect it.

However, regardless of the reasons for their decision, they obviously love you, and you them, and that state of affairs will continue.  Try to avoid being judgmental or taking sides and let them be sure you will go on loving them whatever they do.  From what you say, it sounds as though the decision to separate is amicable, but your unhappiness over the matter could add to any difficulties they are experiencing.

Your parents may eventually discover they have made the wrong decision, which can then be reversed. On the other hand, it may be the right move for them but only time will tell.  In the meantime, give them freedom to find out, loving support to help them along their way and accept the fact that they have to live their own lives as you have to live yours.  

This letter comes with my best wishes.

Dear Uncle Sealy,

Why is it every time my husband's finger flicks the remote and comes across a bit of cricket, he pretends it isn't happening and whisks the screen off to something - anything else - but never cricket?

He knows I like it, and he protests he never wants to watch television anyway, but we do seem to get a lot of guns and things, cars, aeroplanes and Tom and Jerrys.

What can I do?

Cricket Fan.

Dear Cricket Fan,

While I cannot sympathize with your passion for the little red ball and bat, I do understand your feelings.  You could, of course, opt for the imaginative approach and listen to the radio in the kitchen - Long Wave 198 MHz

Whatever else you do, though, do try to keep your irritation to the minimum.  It's much better for your health, the season's practically over and you can look forward to the Olympics, which are on in the middle of the night and will probably be quite visible on the television while Sir dreams on upstairs.

Do I take it it's too late to convert Sir to the love of cricket?

Good luck!

Dear Uncle Sealy,

I'm desperate!  My wife is in bed with somebody called Harry and she won't get up.  I don't understand it!  There's only one body in the bed so where is he?  It's now eleven o'clock on Sunday morning and I haven't yet been given any breakfast.

What should I do?

Yours, going mad,

Dave

Dear Dave,

I suspect the reason you can't see another body in the bed is that you should realise that Harry is very small for his age and is probably being split between ever so many beds at the moment.  I suggest you call the police, because if I am right, Harry is under age.  

If your wife wears glasses to read, try taking them away from her.  Alternatively, you could go out and get your own copy of 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'.

Yours sympathetically,

Uncle Sealy.

PS You might try getting you own breakfast.

PPS I'm still waiting to get my own flippers on the single copy of the book available at home, but unfortunately I'm last in the queue.

Dear Uncle Sealy,

I joined a Pen Pals Club in my magazine, but although I have written lots of letters I haven't had any answers, except from one stupid boy who wanted to know if I had found his missing tooth.  I ask you, what would I know about that?  I think he must have lost one of his baby teeth and wanted to put it under his pillow.

How can I make people write me proper letters?

Would-be-Epistolarian

Dear Would-be-Epistolarian,

Your choice of pen-name is a bit of a mouthful, even for a seal with a big mouth to say.  I had to look it up in the dictionary to be sure of what it meant!  My first advice to you would be to remember KIS - Keep It Simple.  Better not to frighten people off in your introduction!

Sadly there is no way you can make people write to you.  They really have to want to.  It helps if you enclose a stamped and addressed envelope with your letter because on the whole people are rather lazy about letter writing these days.

The best thing to do is to write newsy and interesting letters, with lots of questions about what your would-be pen-pal likes to do.  People often like writing about their interests, and if you describe what you like to do in an interesting way, they might begin to be want to know more about you too.

Don't be too disappointed if you don't get any answers.  Keep persevering, and one day your patience will be rewarded.  There are people out there who'd like to write to you, and all you have to do is wait hopefully!

Dear Uncle Sealy,

What with the rain and shine my garden is looking beautiful if not a wee bit
overgrown.

My question to you is - How can you control bind weed?  I have to admit that
it got the better of me last year and the garden looked very much like "The
Secret Garden".

Please, please help!  I'd be grateful for any suggestions  - moving is an option!!

Frustrated Bindweed Gardener from Tunbridge Wells

Dear Frustrated from Tunbridge Wells,

I am sorry to hear about your problem, mostly for my sake.  Bindweed does not turn me on, but I can tell you that paint-on gel of glyphosate should produce the desired effect without damaging nearby plants.  Paint it on the leaves of the bindweed when it will act as a feed blocker as it is absorbed into the roots.  The plant will wither and die.  Ask at the Garden Centre for a product containing this, as there are several.

One application may not be enough however, and if necessary another should be applied after a month.

Don't worry - there is no need to let bindweed drive you out of house and home and I send you my best wishes for your murdering activities in the garden.

How do slugs get into greenhouses?

Well-behaved slugs knock at the door and wait to be let in.  Alas, well-behaved slugs are a dying breed if not actually extinct.  The way most of them get in is by being very small when they're born, and hiding themselves in plants.  They particularly like the ones purchased at garden centres, so the advice I give you is to use the powder slug murder product, and sprinkle it on any new plants you buy to put into the greenhouse.  It is no good assuming that glass walls keep them out!

Happy gardening!

How do I thank my friends for giving me a lovely lunch where I
knocked over a glass of red wine on the table?  Moi

Dear Moi,

It is always embarrassing when this happens, but remember that good hosts are usually just as uncomfortable as you are.  These things do happen, and people who don't want such a problem should not serve red wine!

I'm sure you offered to cover laundry costs and so on, but all that is now behind you.  I think this requires rather more than just a thank you letter, and suggest you deliver some flowers or a box of chocolates in person when you should give one more short apology, with a smile and without cringing.  After that, if the friendship is to continue to flourish, just go forward and stop feeling guilty!

 

 
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