A Boy Doll Diary - The photo story about a man living with his boy doll

Dear Diary, "Hello!" Today, at morning tea time, Vati and I met up with a man and his doll in the town near our village.  Mahi, a local resident, came with Charlie, his constant companion. Vati had invited them to the cafe so I could meet Charlie. Mahi told us that his father died about 15 years ago and the death left him very sad.  He missed his father terribly and he was very lonely.  A short while after the funeral, the manager of one of the local thrift shops told Mahi that she had something which might interest him.  She gave him a shoe box and inside was a Golly.  The doll had been untouched in the box for a long time.  When Mahi saw the doll, it was in his words, "love at first sight".  He named the doll Charlie and they went home together.  They have been together ever since.  But don't let size fool you - Mahi told me that definitely Charlie is the boss! "A" is for Awesome! Charlie is about 69 years old (I'm 74 so we

Dear Diary, It's been a big surprise for us.  Instead of interest in our blog drying up once the final post was published, the number of daily visits continues, up to 97 visits in a day.  People keep coming to see what's here.  So, I'm going to do some postings from time to time and see what happens. I am now the last remaining doll in our household.  Since I have only human company, I will have to adapt to living in a big people world. I refused to leave the house until I had a pair of trousers to wear.  My friend Henry asked his mum to make some for me as a surprise.  One day, a parcel came in the post and inside was a pair of wonderful long pants!  You can see how handsome I look in them. I don't know when I'll be back to write in my diary.  For now, I wish everyone much happiness. Hans