These guys sit on my key shelf. They are The Guardians of The Keys. Despite his V on his tummy the bear is called Húrin...
In the foreseeable future Húrin's companion will be out of a job as he looks after my work keys - and I won't need any of these when I retire next year.
The companion is a very odd wee beasty - a red body and a pair of white wings with black spots on!
I am able to draw my work pension, and have decided it is now enough to live on - S2C has made a similar decision and is also giving up work. Although it is quite possible that either of us might get the odd part-time job, though.
The Companion to the Guardian of The Keys sounds like the sort of title that could really exist, in Westminster, or royal circles. He/she should probably get a medal when you retire.
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I am able to draw my work pension, and have decided it is now enough to live on - S2C has made a similar decision and is also giving up work. Although it is quite possible that either of us might get the odd part-time job, though.