Staring into the rubbish bin, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
What are you doing here? I thought, picking a tatty teddy out of the trash.
Brushing off his fur, I felt like I needed to apologise.
At the charity shop I volunteered at a few years ago, if donated bears weren’t good enough to sell in the 50p section, they’d go into the bin.
And with a huge influx of plush teddies dumped
