Ahhhh............... Dorothy!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 1 (Hehe. I let Dorothy win!!) /10
• Overall Score: 9.9/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Yesterday waz grayte!!!

Me an Daddy went to London an met up wiv my Arnty Anna an her famly. They hav come over to London for a few days. Heer's me, reddy to go. Phytheas's mum mayde me this satchell. It's cool, issent it?We drove harfway to London then got a train to meet Arnty Anna. At ferst we all went to a big park ware we fed skwirrols.

In the park: Arnty Anna wiv my cuzins Kevin an William an Yolanda, hoo is showin Dorothy sumthing up a tree. I think. Unkol Alvaro waz thare too, but he kept owt ov the pikchers becos he is goin bald. Hehee. [Cheeky Bear!]

Thare wer big lakes in the park too, wiv lots ov goosies on them:

Heer's me an Dorothy taykin a ride in my cuzin William's hood.
We had sum grayte chattin wile we wer in thare!

Dorothy told me abowt whare sheez been travlin:
Arfter her stay wiv us in the summer, she went to stay wiv my Arnty Fiona in Edinburgh. She took her all the way to Cornwall on hollyday!

Arfter Arnty Fiona, Dorothy went to stay wiv a laydy hoo werks in the Scottish Parliament. She had fotoes taken on the boss's chair in the parliament bildin! The laydy sneekt in wiv her wen all the uther MP's wer owt!! How's that for a cheeky Bear! Hehe!

Then she went to EuroDisney. She sed she had a grayte time thare but the mice wer very big an a bit scary.

Then she went to Arnty Anna's howse, Ireland. She dident kno that that wud meen coming bak to England an so meetin up wiv me waz a serprize! Hehe! I waz serprized too!!!!

We awl went to the Syence Mewseum. It waz very bizzy cos the children ar all on Harf Term Brake this week. So it waz full ov kiddies an Daddy had to keep remindin himself that he wassent in charge ov them all. The downside ov this waz that he cuddent tell them to be kwyert an sit down an so it got kwite noizy. Me an Dorothy nipt owt to the Mewseum cafe for a snak an a sit down:

Hey! Chek owt Dorothy's eers! Wun forwerd an wun bak! Way to go, Dorothy!!!

Layter we awl went bak to thare hotel.
Heer's Dorothy an me lookin at food menus tryin to desyde wat to hav for supper:

In the end we awl went owt for a Chineez meel an Dorothy an me had a playte ov choklit brownies insted cos I thort the noodels lookt like werms an wunce I told her that she waz put off evrything till I sed wat abowt choklit? See, I kno the way to a gerl Bear's beads.
I had a luvly time. Me an Daddy dident get home till layte layte layte. An then I was up talki bowt it till 1am! I waz so exsytid. It so grayte to see Dorothy agen. Sheez my frend, yu see. I think sheez luvly.

Today I had a nice kwyert day at home. The Windowsill Bears wer down off the windowsill, it bein a T day. It waz a nice day. Ownly I hav a sor bit in my chest today. It feels odd, like I swallowd sumthing big an it broozd me. Maybe it waz sumthing I ate. It gets werse wen I think abowt Dorothy. Issent that odd? Hey ho!

Grayum heer!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!


Well, that yung Bob is down in London rite now, so I thort I'd nip in heer wile thare's sum peece an kwyert!

I wassent serprized to see that that yung wippersnapper haddent updaytid his blog, or thankt yu for yor messidges- frankly, yung Bears today don't hav a grayte deel ov manners, not like in my day.

He rang me from a hotel to arsk if I cud get his Mummy to record a program on BBC2 at 8 o' clok. It's all abowt a famly ov blak Bears, yu see. Ownly I hope it's not a sad program, like wen they go shootin them. That jus issent fair. How is a Bear ment to hold a gun? Weev got big paws, yu kno. It was hard enuff lernin to hold the cholk, wen I waz a teetcher.

Teecherin waz harder in my day wen yu had to ware a hat an rite wiv cholk. Cholk is wun bad muther for gettin owt ov yor ferr. An if yu forget it's thare an lik yorself, it taystes like yor likkin the flor. An if yu need to kno how I kno that, yoov never dropt all yor choklit moosse on the flor.

Dorothy did mayke it to London wiv Arnty Anna an her clan, an so they all went to the Syence Mewseum together. Bob sez he got sum fotoes but I think they will be mostly ov Dorothy. Yung luv, eh? Teehee.....

See yu arownd!

Grayum Bear (BSC)

A kwik hullo!

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: yes- we playd Charlton Athletic (full nayme: Charlton Pathetic Trayne Spotters Scum) an they wer doin SO pathetikly that we took pity on them an put a goal in FOR them. Hence, dew to our gerossity, it was a not-a-looz; 1-1
  
• Simpsons:yes
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8 /10
• Overall Score: 7.84265/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I'm akchewlly at Granny's howse RITE NOW!!! It's troo. We bort a littol gadget calld a Dongol (wich I thort waz rood but apparently not) an it meens we can go online enyware.

Weer goin to hav fish an chips for lunch in a minit an then weer goin home cos weev been heer awl weekend. Mummy is enjoyin extendid time wiv the cats an Daddy is jus glad to hav a week off werk for harf-term brayke.

Now I hav sum exsytin news- do yu remember Dorothy, the travellin bear? She coms from Kansas an is travellin rownd the werld wiv a diary, collektin fotoes an lernin stuff. She stayd wiv Julie, an then wiv ME, erlier this summer. WELL GESS WAT???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hav jus fownd owt that she is stayin wiv my Arnty Anna in Ireland, now!!!! AND! AN AN AN AN!!!! ARNTY ANNA IS COMING TO LONDON ON WENDZDAY AN WE AR GOIN TO SEE HER SO I MITE GET TO SEE DOROTHY AGEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Wa-heyy!!!!!!!! Oh boy! I never thort I wud see her agen, not ever! WOW!!!! Hehe!

Well till we get home agen, that's all for now, folks. To be onnist, my beads ar so eggsytid I'm not shor I cud rite mutch mor rite now enyway.

Holliday dee-brief (heheheee...that sownds like PANTS!) part 2

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Okidokey, it's time fer sum fotoes abowt our trip to Ireland!

Heer we all ar, at London Heathrow airport, all pakt an reddy to go:

Heer is Granny an Grandad-Poppa's howse in County Clare:

This is the view from that window at the far rite. It waz rayning! But in the distance is a lake surrowndid by hills. It's grayte fer woods rownd heer, an therefor very good fer Bears. Me an Grayum sneekt owt fer sevrol jolly good pooes.

I spent sum time investigaytin indors.....

Granny-Ireland an Grandad-Poppa yewst to be fharmasists, bak in the days wen Daddy waz yung. Wen they sold their kemist shop they kept the big bottols that had been in the windo. They ar full ov cullerd warter an Daddy sez that evry now an then, Granny chaynges the cullers rownd. I wontid to sergest that she jus switch the bottols rownd, but thort it best not to:
They hav lots ov fotoes. This wun shows wun ov my littol cuzzins. This is the wun hoo goze by the nayme ov "Owen" an the letters "Eoghan". Enyway, this is him meetin Tiger Woods an arskin him to sine his hat. Wich he did.

They also hav an intrestin lite:

yeeeharrr!!!!!

We went to see Arnty Anna:

Arnty Anna is alot prittyer than this foto sergests. But never mind; it's a good wun ov me.

Lots ov Bears liv in Arnty Anna's howse. But that wun on the far rite, the not-a-bear, that's Arnty Anna's littol gerl, Yolanda. Sheez ok. Sheez nice to Bears. Wun ov the Bears heer haz an eyepatch cos his eye fell owt wen he fell down the stairs. But she ashord me he wassent poosht.

Ther wer also lots ov dragons at Arnty Anna's, an Dilly has got theez fotoes, fer her blog, wich is good, cos then I don't hav to hav silly dragon pikchers on mine.


Littol Kevin likes sea creatchers. Wen he cayme to vizit us a few months ago, he brort his pet Dolfin, "Dolfi". This week he introdewst us to sum ov Dolfi's frends, incloodin Crabby an Lobs the Lobster.


William waz bizzy doin homewerk, cos wen he sed he cuddent do it cos he cuddent find a pensil, I gayve him mine. Heheheee! He cayme bak fer a foto, tho:
Wun day it dident rayne so we went to Limerick, wher the littol funny poems com from. Dilly waz happy cos ther waz a carsol. Heer it is, wiv me, Granny-Ireland an Mummy, standin in front ov it:
On the way bak I spottid Tipperary! Heer it is, jus over there. Yu see? It issent a long way at all. Yu shuddent beleev evrything yu heer in songs, yu kno.
Grayum waz a tad nervuss at the airport comin home, an huggd his foot. It always helps to hug yer foot:
I manidged to distrakt him wiv the help ov sum airport Bears I fownd:
soon we wer reddy to go:

We flew over the lake that Granny an Grandad-Poppa's howse is on:
me an Grayum wayved, but I don't kno if they wer lookin:
then I got on wiv helpin Daddy wiv his suduku. As yu can see, there issent much room heer. They sor me an Grayum, an put Mummy an Daddy in the Small Bear seets by mistayke:
I knew we wer gettin neer the end ov our jerney wen we flew over Windsor Carsol an Dilly startid darnsin up an down the aisle....
As soon as we landid, Grayum waz eeger to get off the playne, an the rest, as they say, is histry. Or to be mor presise, it's on yestaday's post, hehe.
Well my frends, that's it! I'm off to see my other Granny today an I'm goin to see Gillingham play tomorro- DON'T FERGET TO WEAR YOR BLOO PANTS!!!!!



Bye fer now!

The Visit!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: too bizzy entertaynin (I'm a very entertaynin Bear)
• Tesco: no (an I bet they wud hav liket it too)
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: see "Simpsons" /10
• Day Score: 8.537692/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!


It was fun havin Arnty Anna an Littol Kevin to stay. Me an daddy met them at the trayne stayshun an insted ov comin strayte home, we went to feed hazelnuts to the skwirrols at Colchester Carsol. Heer's wun....

I spottid this cunnin Bear Bush wyle we wer there an was very pleezd to see it was surrowndid by marigolds (but nun ov them as big as my wuns).

Wen we got bak Arnty Anna showd us lots of foto's ov her famly in Ireland, incloodin this wun ov her MAD cat, Lily. This wun is her as a kitten. Apparantly, she tryd to get in this pot wen she was a bit bigger an broke it gettin out.

Then we had dinner an CHOKLIT CAYKE. Unfortewnitly, most ov the other Bears wer still in hydin, so I had to eet theirs. Ahem.

Wen it was bedtyme, I arskt Littol Kevin if he had rememberd to bring a Cuddly, as he was ownly 6, an I waz goin to arsk arownd fer a volunteer if he had fergotten. But he sed, "Ah, no, akchewally, I hav wun in my bag...." so I went off to meet whoever it was.

I thort it mite be a Bear, or a monkey, or a rabbit or sumthing. But it was a Dolphin calld Dolphi. I was a tad nervuss at ferst cos wen he waz ownly harlf way out the bag he lookt like a Killer Wayle.... I'd never met a reel lyve Dolphin befor, so I dident kwite kno how to greet him. But I settold on a pat on the fin....

(I fergot to arsk if it waz ok to put their foto's on heer, hense I had to chop off Littol Kevin's hed.) (Ownly in the foto.)

Arfter we awl went to bed, Mummy stayd up an drew a pikcher ov Littol Kevin's sister, from wun of Arnty Anna's foto's. Wat do yu think?

I am so tyerd now I cud hybernayte! HAHAHAHAHAHA! (bit ov Bear hewmor there).

Bye fer now!