Chop chop bizzy bizzy werk werk bang bang.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Good Lor!! I dident blog all week! Well that jus shows how bizzy I've bin! Er... yes. Sorry bowt that. I carnt reelly stop now to catch up, iver, as we hav to leev the howse at 6 to go catch a playne. Weer off to Ireland!!!!!

I'm a tad nervuss, but I'm goin armd wiv a poynty stik this time an a beerd (see pic, abuv) for a cunnin disgize. I intend to keep a low-ish profile. If I spot eny ov the herd ov nephews comin neer, I shall be reddy for them this time. Ho yes! No mor bear-nappin, thank yu very mutch! Enyway, Sam is comin wiv me, an heez well hard.

Chuck is comin too, heez never bin to Ireland, but we rekkon he mite hav a bit ov oirish in 'im as he haz a gingery bit on the end ov his tayle.

Well, I'll be shufflin off then. I'll be online over thare tho (they hav lektrissity an evrything over thare now!) so I shall be nippin in an chekkin on watcha all up to, an puttin in a few photo's ov stuff, an that sorta thing. Now I hav to go an pak.... hav a good wun, evrywun!!!!

Bye fer now!

Oh my! I got a reply!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no- an it's gettin seerioss agen, cos weer neerly out ov cow juice.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 wat can I say. I'm a champyun. /10
• Day Score: 7.86329/10
• Advent calendar pikcher: 3 kings carryin shoppin

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Remember my letter to Father Crismoss? WOW! WOW! Today I got a reply bak from him!

Mummy brort me my post this mornin whyle I waz sittin doin a ponder on things at the end ov the sofa. (I don't meen I waz ponerin the things at the end ov the sofa, cos that wud be just an old cushon an wuddent be very intrestin. Well, not for a ponder, enyway. A kwik think, maybe, but not a ponder. No. I meen I was sittin there whylst ponderin big important things. Bears ar good ponderers, yu kno. Speshly wen it coms to big important things. For exampol, wun mornin I sat down to ponder all the diffrent types ov hunny in the werld an had got throo 5 by the time Mummy had her 3rd cup ov tea.) (Abowt 9 O'clock.)

...it's a Thank You card! WOW! I wrote an arskt him fer stuff, an he wrote to thank me fer arskin him! WOW!

He sez they're all reelly bizzy but they're werkin hard to get all the presents dun in time, inkloodin mine! WOW!

Well I waz so eggsytid! I ran to tell Mummy strayte away that I'll defnitly be gettin my new Gillingham top now! She went a bit odd an pale wen I sed this, so I think her tummy is still recuverin from her egg marathon. Never mind, Mummy! Cheer up! Father Crismoss is defnitly comin heer next week! Wa-heyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye fer now!

It's gonna get bizzy rownd heer...

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes, a layte wun. Took Sam. His ferst expeerience. He liket the ride in the trolley bit best.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 (no yews in hewmerin the new lad forever yu kno)/10
• Day Score: 7.326/10
• Advent calender pikcher: 3 mor gerls singing. An yesterday's (sorry I fergot) waz an angel. I'm not imprest. Phytheas's calendar is full ov Bears.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We wer off fer a wee bit mor shoppin larst nite. Bein as I am a frendly Bear of kindly kaliber, I lent my coate to Sam. Dilly mannidged to distrakt him wiv her hedskarf long enuff for me to tayke a foto:

Now, is it jus me, or duzz my coate mayke him look a bit, well, otter-ish? He issent an otter, of corse, he's a Bear. We kno that. But.... well.... hmm. Must hav been all that time he spent in the river fishin fer sammon. Hey ho. (Best not menshun it agen.)

Weer goin to hav to do lots mor shoppin, too, now. We had plannd to go to Granny's fer Crismoss, but as ov today it terns out, evrywun is comin HEER fer Crismoss!

By evrywun, I meen Granny, Unkol David, Arnty Stephanie, Dominc an Alex. Dominic is 4 an Alex is 7. I don't kno how old the grown-ups ar. Abowtttt.... 106, I think, for Unkol David (baldin) an abowttt..... 108 fer Arnty Stephanie. Granny is jus, well, Granny-age.

Unkol Roy mite be comin over from Portugaylia, too, but he duzzent like Unkol David. So wile weer heer eetin like elks, heel be stayin at Granny's on his own. It waz this, or Granny duzzent get to see Unkol David an co at all, cos Unkol Roy sez he duzzent want to see them. (I thort this waz the season ov peece an joy an jolly biskits an stuff!)

So! This meens that (deep breath....) on Crismoss Eev we hav to drive to Granny's howse, then on Crismoss Day mornin we hav to drive WIV Granny all the way home agen an cook dinner. THEN Unkol David, Arnt Stephanie, Alex an Dominic come an help us eet it. Then THEY drive home an we drive bak to Granny's.

An Mummy sez this waz the better arrayngement? They're all mad!

Hey ho! We did alot ov driving LARST Crismoss. I hav to say, it's kwite fun, bein owt on the roade on Crismoss Day cos neerly no one else is, an if they ar, they hav lots ov presents an tinsel an stuff in the bak, an evrywun smiles an wayves! We Bears sit up on the dashbord navygaytin an singing an wayvin pants at eech other as we parss. Hehehee!

Mummy's wondrin wether to get a turkey or a goose. Sept, if she DUZZ get goose, sheel hav to lie to the kids an tell them it's chikn. It's all Beatrix Potter's falt.

Bye fer now!