Aaawww,I loved my daughter's Furbie ( more than her,it was one of those toys she was bored with by Boxing Day

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I remember my mum going into daughter's bedroom to speak to her,finding she wasn't there and then nearly having a heart attack because the movement had triggered the Furbie to start speaking!

And I too always feel huge in my belted dressing gown,and as I'm short,I always recall my Gran's old saying about anything unflattering . . . 'You look like a boiled pudding in that'

xx