Funny how gerls like shoppin....

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: mist them; Granny duzzent reelly go in fer The Simpsons. Hmm....
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Day Score: 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We stayd at Granny's fer a cuppol ov days. It waz grayte to see her resident Bears agen, an we always get cayke at Granny's. This weekend we had speshol Bear Size caykes, an I took my rockin chair along so we cud all perfekt our relaxayshun tekneeks:

Then we all drove to Maidstone. Maidstone is like a big shoppin centre on a hill, wiv a wun-way system goin rownd an rownd it to keep it from fallin off.

Daddy got a bit narkt cos the gerls kept goin in shoo shops, but evenchooly Granny bort sum noo shooz - an Mummy bort new pants! (Unfortewnately not Gillingham Bloo, jus blak an wite agen. But never mind. There's nothin kwite like frolikin a brand-new pant.)

Mummy wunce sed that wen she waz a littol gerl, if she waz bort new shooz, she wud wear them in bed. She liket them so much an got so eggsited bowt gettin new shooz, she jus dident want to take them off.

I kept an eye on Granny, but she dident sleep in them.

(I wonder if Mummy duzz the sayme wiv new pants????)

Bye fer now!