As you can see, he has made himself very well at home, taking over the desk and the bed and I have even heard he has the Midnight Munchies and raids the fridge, and leaves sweetie wrappers behind on the floor. You'd think he could at least be tidy and put them in the bin wouldn't you!
I thought the eyes were good, a last minute idea - I raided my craft stash and found a tube of buttons I'd got in the sale for 50p! I think they suit him don't you!?
Anyway he seems to have settled in quite well, and has mentioned PTSMS (Post Traumatic Sock Monkey Syndrome)!!!! He has flashbacks to being in the conveyor belt at the Royal Mail and doesn't like to talk about it much, poor Sydney.