Their love was one that endured for over 4 years. They were together 24/7. Youngest never judged her love for the fact that he was looking very tatty and that he could be a bit smelly (don’t judge we were only allowed to wash him fortnightly.)
They were the modern day Romeo and Juliet. Their love crossed barriers. Yes, one of them was human and the other was blankey.
Now blankey has seemingly vanished or, as Mr C told a distraught Youngest,
“Blankey has joined the big jumble-sale in the sky”.
Blankey was like family
Cue more hysterical crying. You see Blankey really was like a 5th member of the family. He joined us at the dinner table, he has travelled to Norway, to London and round the Canary Islands. He is in photos lounging on decks of cruise ships, looking at Big Ben and eating in fancy restaurants (where really he should have been turned away for not following the dress code). He was an integral part of our lives. Every time we left somewhere we would do a panic check for blankey. The reason we were always so good at checking for blankey is that we have been harbouring a terrible secret from Youngest.
Blankey is not the original blankey, but a substitute one. We cruelly abandoned Blankey 1 in Gatwick airport.
In our haste to dash to the gate at Gatwick we had somehow lost blankey and we had no choice but to leave him. Cue a stressful flight in which Youngest refused to settle and I wept tears over the fact that blankey was alone in the airport. He is probably still there now, wandering around like Tom Hanks from that film “The Terminal” I have never forgiven myself for being a blankey abandoner and now I have done it again. We have lost blankey part 2.
How we lost blankey
Our house is on the market at the moment and as such we had an open day. This meant that we had to leave the house to the estate agents. Mr C did debate whether we should leave our computer turned on with the camera on to make sure that no- one tried to steal his rowing machine. I did point out that I didn’t think that they would be able to sneak Mr C’s rowing machine into their pockets. I also pointed out that it would be very creepy to leave the computer camera on. What if people realised and thought that they had wandered into some weird voyeur house of perves. We would be on the front of the Jersey Evening Post as quick as anything and would probably find ourselves ejected from the island. I vetoed the computer camera idea but I did find it slightly unnerving to leave our house wide-open. Also, I have watched enough Location, Location, Location to know that for a successful open day you should have canapes and cava. Basically fill them up and get them drunk and voila you have sold your house. The estate agent wasn’t convinced though and refused my offers of help. Partly because the open day was only open for 45 minutes and 10am is a little early to be serving booze!
Anyway, I digress. Youngest was not about to leave blankey in a house full of strangers and so she insisted on bringing him with her. Nothing new there. We had done this plenty of times before, what could go wrong? Well clearly we were distracted by the fact that our house was being trampled in by strangers and potential burglars casing the joint, that we misled blankey somewhere.
Blankey is missing in action
As we’d had a busy day we didn’t realise about missing blankey until bedtime. At this point Youngest announced she needed her favourite member of the family (I know not me, hard to believe) blankey. Horror dawned on us as we realised that blankey was MIA. That he was lost on the cruel streets of Jersey. Probably pimping himself out in the hope that someone would give him a home. Unable to endure the cries of “I need my blankey” I sent Mr C out onto the streets to find blankey. Only problem was that he was in his PJs, but this was an emergency and to be honest a grown man in his PJs looking for a blankey was the least of our worries. He returned half-an-hour later without blankey. Blankey had gone forever. Probably hitched a ferry back to the mainland and is now living the jet set lifestyle of the fashion world in London. Mixing with the Beckhams and telling Lily Cole that she isn’t his sort. I expect to see Blankey in the Times bestseller list with his autobiography “From rags to riches”. There was no consoling Youngest. Until that is we gave her rabbit and she promptly fell asleep.
Cold turkey action
First thing in the morning the silence was cruelly shattered by cries for blankey and we had to remind her again that blankey had gone. I fretted that she was suffering from blankey separation anxiety. I debated calling a counsellor to help with the trauma of losing her loved one but I need not have worried because 10 minutes later and she was over it. The extreme cold turkey treatment had worked on blankey. I don’t know whether to be relieved that she moved on so quickly or slightly worried at the ease of it. Youngest is fickle with her love.
I will never forget you blankey…even if Youngest has!
All is calm in the house. Blankey has been replaced by a long-eared, fluffy bunny and everyone is happy….apart from me. I miss that blankey. The wrestle with Youngest to get him in the washing machine, tucking her up with him and the snuggles with Youngest and blankey on the sofa. I have even found my heart leaping every time I see a dirty rag on the street because I think it is blankey returning home. I have realised *whispers* that I was more attached to blankey than Youngest. I am a blankey lover. Yes, I realise blankey is an inanimate object but really he was much more than that to me. He represented the baby years and his leaving is just another sign that the baby years are over and Youngest is growing up. It’s all happening too fast.