Canterbeary

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: they wuddent play cos they sed I akewsd Sam ov cheetin. Wich I did. But so did he. So thare.
  
• Day Score:7 ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Ritey-ho! It haz tayken longer than I sed to get bak to yu wiv theez pikchers, becos theez wuns wer on Daddy's camra, an we cuddent find it!

Then, arfter we did find it, we fownd Daddy engrosst in a compewter gayme ov the Tour De France. Baysikly yu watch a bysikol rayce. Wich is not that eggsytin at the best ov times, if yu arsk me, an that's wen yu watch it on telly an hav adverts to look forward to. But never mind. It jus ment the pewter waz tyed up for a bit.

So! Larst weekend wen we wer at Granny's, Mummy sed, "Let's go to Canterbeary!" an so we ayte our lunch an then awl piled into the car: Me, Dilly, Daddy, Mummy, an Unkol Roy, Mummy's littol bruther.

Canterbeary is abowt 40 minits away from Granny's so Mummy had a nap on the way. An the way bak. She offen duzz that in cars. I'm a tad worreed cos I keep overheerin them tolkin abowt her lernin to drive.

Enyway, ferst I went along to say Wa-Heyy! to the Archbishop an his gaggle ov Bishops....

I arskt if they had enny Toblerone left but they sed they had scofft the lot errlier in the day becos they had to go to Cherch tonite. (If yu mist my explanayshun ov the link between Bishops an Toblerones, yu can reed it heer!)

Then me an Dilly went explorin.... heer's the Cathedral gayte-Corse, Dilly was all eggsytid cos Jesus was green....This is the cathedral. We dident go inside cos thare wer alot ov boys in dresses doin posh singin. Yu kno, the type whare it goze all hi an yu carnt understand wat they're sayin so they keep repeetin it. (No, I don't meen Sting.)
Thare is lots ov old stuff in Canterbeary (eevn wen Daddy issent thare HAAAAAAHAHAHA). This waz the top bit ov a howse-Evrywun taykes pikchers ov theez wuns-

Mor importantly, I fownd the best shop in the city-In fakt, Bears wer evrywhare! Heer ar sum nortikol types-They had a wee Pirate Bear wiv them. I told him I'd been to see The Pirates Of Penzance wen I waz on holiday an arskt if he knew it. He sed, "Aaaarrrrrh!" an winkt. Well, I THINK he winkt. It's hard to tell wen heez got an eyepatch on.This Bear sed he waz calld Sheerlock arfter Sheerlock Holmes.I arskt him if he liket to watch that medicol seereez on telly calld House, cos I rekkon sum ov that is Sheerlock Holmesy. House haz a doktor frend but he iz calld Wilson not Watson. An heez allways solvin cayse. AN he livs at number 221b! He confermd it! It IS baysed on Sheerlock Holmes! An he sed that this is wy, if yu look closely, thare is offen a Bear in Wilson's offiss. That's wun ov this Bear's cuzzins, parrently.
Arfter our tor we awl went off to find sum tea an cayke. This pub had a nice Celticky swirly thing goin on on this bit. I posed next to it in onnor ov my noze. See that dayte? I explaynd to Dilly that it ment the pub waz older than sum countrys. She sat an thort abowt that for a long, long time an I waz pleezd abowt that cos it ment I cud hav my tea in peece.

Bye fer now!,

I do wish they'd grow up!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: postponed/10
• Day Score: 7 ish /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

At larst!

I havent been abol to get enywhare near the pewter cos Dilly's been postin fotoes ov fir cones on her blog fer Stanley. Go an chek it owt, if yu like, but remember, yu'll never get those minits bak.

Rite. Whare waz I?

Oh yeah. Old Bears.

Sumtimes it's a trial to hav Bears ov a significantly grayter age than wunself rownd heer. Mr Grunter is ok, as he jus sleeps on the spare bed all day. An Grayum iz fun, fer a bit, on his own. But Grayum an Mulligan together?

They wer up all nite arguing over hoo waz the best singer in the werld. Mulligan rekons Andy Williams an Grayum is plumpin fer Perry Como.

HOOO the?

I thort Andy Williams waz a myth, yu kno, like King Arthur or sumwun. -Evrywun's herd ov him but kno he livd so long ago he probly wassent real. As fer Perry Como, I thort that waz a mayke ov kitchen gadget as in "Yor new kettol, is it a Philips?" "No, it's wun ov them new Perry-Como's."

Mulligan an Grayum: lokt in an Old-Man staring contest. This waz tayken 3 hours in.

Grayum dident eevn want to com to football today. He's determind to win the argument. They're in an old-man staring contest now. Old-man staring contests ar awful cos they yewzerly fall asleep in the middol ov them an ownly wayke up wen sumwun starts peein himself. Still, at leest they've stopt singing.

I'm off to help Mummy mayke a banarnana cayke. Sheez got frends comin up tomorro, an she needs me to test it for them.

Bye fer now!