Oh Pandy, if I had a time machine I'd rescue you.

Reasons for not blogging for months are many and too dull to go on about. But I've been inspired by the Reverb Broads to give it another chance. I'm well aware that I may crash and burn after one day, so I'm keeping my posts short and my expectations realistic.

December 1: Reverb Broads Prompt: "If the you of today could go back in time and give advice to any of the previous yous, which age would you visit and what would you tell them?"

Honestly, there are many versions of me that I would go back and visit but who needs the visit more? A university Christmas party me that was about to learn why not wine before beer. Or a teenage me, who, confined to the sofa for years couldn't believe that they'd ever feel well enough to lead a normal life. Or the me who was so shy that to even speak in a group took huge effort.

I have the power to potentially change my life and what would I do? I'd save my panda of course.

I'd visit 7 year old me and prevent something that at the time was devastating.

I'd say: Emily Victoria Beauchamp on the night of your 8th birthday your younger brother Jim will misunderstand the comment that Mum made about you being too old for a toy panda. He, with good intentions, will take Pandy your best friend and companion since birth and throw him in the dustbin outside.

Don't give up looking for Pandy that night. Don't just go to bed thinking you will look again in the morning. Don't think Jim is only joking when he said he'd put Pandy in the bin, because the dustbin men are coming the next morning to empty the bin.



 Pandy would be saved and all is right with the world.