25 fotoze for the 25th of Deesember

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: no: weekend off fer good bahyavior.
• Simpsons: yes: a brillyent "Lisa is best out ov evrywun" episode.
• Tesco: no, an she sneekt off to Saynsbury's agen, an then insultid The Bear's immense intellygense by pertendin she haddent been enyware. Huh.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8.5/10
• Weekend Score: 8, on accownt ov that Simpsons episode. Wish I'd recordid it! /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

An thankyew fer yor payshunse. It haz tayken a long time to get Blogger to upload eny fotoze at all, let alone all the wuns I want to show yu! In the end I drayped the compewter box wiv lots ov pants an, arfter a few encurridging kicks, it gayve in an admittid that I waz boss ov it.

So. Heer we go then. My foto-jernol ov Crismoss Day.....

The tree sort ov recuvverd from the munching aphids, but endid up a bit thinner. Never mind. We jus threw mor an mor stuff on it till yu cuddent see all the gaps. This is errly Crismoss mornin....

This is the Crib that Mummy mayde, owt ov clay....Wen we cayme downstairs we fownd our soks an pressies....

This waz my sok:

This is wun ov my fayvrit pressies, a Poo chart! I shall do a post all abowt this layter, by speshol reekwest ov Stanley!

I also got sum speshol Spy Pens an sum choklit Peanuts!

This waz Dilly's sock:

She got a new ribbon, a Freddo Frog bar, a pink wind-up bug. But her fayvrit pressie is a "pwinsessy sofa-bed". It lifts up an she puts all her stuff in the bottom ov it, wich meens bows, mostly, reelly. It's very pink (urrrgh) but it keeps her owt ov my way!

Sam got a pullover an a hat:

He luvs his "Beanie Hat". He thinks it maykes him look cool. He keeps yewsin werds like 'dood' an 'hangin'. As in, "Whare's my tea hangin, dood?" an then he trys to mayke his paws clik.

The Windowsill Bear Familee got sum Bear gingerbred. There wer three bits, in the shape ov a big Daddy Bear, a meedium Mummy Bear, an a littol Baby Bear. LBBBJ waz a bit mift at the size ov the smallist. Dilly staulked the bow.

Mulligan Tyre Bear got a Hunny Stik an kwikly hid it from LBBBJ.

Grayum got the jumper an soks he wontid...

He has worn it ever sinse, exsept I did mayke him tayke it off wen Gillingham playd Nottingham Forest the next day (full nayme: 'Nottin-scum Forest-not-fit-for-a-Bear-to-poo-in') as it looks a bit like their kit. Speshly wiv that tree on it.

Ov all the pressies Daddy got, our fayvrit waz a box ov mini choklit bars. They wer mor our size, reelly!

I got this bloo hoodie fer Crismoss too!

Amung Mummy's pressies waz this new bag. Heer I am tryin it owt fer size. I like the culler. Not shor abowt that flower tho.

We broke off pressie openin for a wile wen Mummy spottid a Bob-Robin in the gardin. He lookt like he cuddent fly. He sat on the grarss fer a long time so Mummy went owt to arsk if he waz allrite. He let her pik him up. She sed his wings wer ok, but his tayle waz a bit floppy. So she brort him in...

Me, Daddy an Granny put him in a box an drove him to a Mergensy Anmol Hopsikol neer our howse. A laydy opend the door an sed, "Oh! A robin! An on Crissmoss Day!" an took him in.

(Mummy waz worreed bowt him, but rang them a few days layter an they sed he waz ok. They sed he waz littol an they had to wayte fer his new tayle fethers to grow bak befor he goze owt to play agen. They wer feedin him werms.)

As well as Granny, my Unkol David an Arnty Stephanie cayme, an brort my cuzzins Alex an Dominic. Heer they ar, playin wiv Granny.

Mummy cookt.....

Turkey!

There waz lots ov food...

...tho Grayum preferd to sniff owt a few simpol Beary snaks.

It's apparently a big compliment to the cook wen all yor gests ar comatose on the sofa arfter dinner!

We Bears rowndid off the day wiv a good Bedtime reed! (Hey! Grayum's warin Sam's Beanie Hat!)

Tomorro I'll tell yu abowt wen we went to Granny's howse an took the massarge chair wiv us for the Sheppey Bears to try out!

Bye fer now!

Crismoss Day

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no- but weer playin tomorro at noon, so bloo pants at the reddy, peepol!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no- evrywun's home eetin
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy! /10
• Day Score: 8.862971000000003/10

HO HO HO NOT-A-BEARS!

This is just a kwik messidge to say THANKYU for all yer Happy Crismoss wishes, an a kwik update. I shud be bak online at the weekend, methinks, but till then....

• Dinner waz hewge, an we hav 3 times as much terkey left as we ate;
• Pressies wer fantastik- I eevn got a Poo Chart, showin all diffrent types ov hewman poo (did yu kno there wer 7 types?) This meens that as well as arskin Mummy an Daddy wat the scor is eech day (it's yewszerly abowt 4-0 to Mummy) I can now also arsk them wat number they're mannidging- 1 bein paynfully pebbol-like, 7 bein gravy.
• No bugs seen today on the tree, so it looks like the Guard Socks did the trik.
• Oh, an Dilly got her own bed, a pink, fluffy, glittery chaise-lounge compleet wiv pillow an bows. It looks like an exploshun in a Pepto-Bismol faktry, but it's keepin her kwyert.

Hope yor all enjoyin yerselves! I'll be bak wiv fotoze layter in the week an I'm lookin forward to reedin abowt wat yu all got up to, as well!

Ho ho ho evrywun!

Bye fer now!

Crismoss Eev, worry, panic an luvley cards!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but weer playin on Boxin Day, so I hope yu all get bloo pants fer Crismoss, if yu havent got eny alreddy!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: been too bizzy for this, wich is the reezon I wassent reddy wen Grayum got me, an it duzzent cownt, an he DIDENT get a ten agenst me, cos I wassent playin it at the time. Ok?/10
• Day Score:7 ish/10
• Advent Calendar Pikcher: I thort weed get a bayby in a shed today, but no! Just mor yellowy glowing children hangin arownd singing. I hope we get a better wun next year.

HO HO HO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well it's neerly heer! But I've had a very worrying fone call from my cuzzins in Ostraylia this mornin! Over there, it was 10 o' clok at nite so they wer all gettin reddy cos Father Crismoss starts his rownd over there. BUT! They sed that they had set up a big net an wer gonna catch 'im! They sed they've tried it befor an this yeer they rekkon they'll do it, an then get evrywun's pressies.

Bear, Duck an Dog. They liv wiv my Arnty Christina in Ostraylia an they're up to sumthing.

Duck an Mr Woo, another conspiritor.

Oh no! Wat if they suckseed? Wat'll happen to my choklit peanuts??? Wat'll happen to yors? Oh my!

Enyway, sum good news today- look at this grayte card we got from Calamity Jane!!!

WOW! Bears!

Issent it grayte? THANKS, Calamity Jane!

An our Crismoss tree mite be ok, too: I took advice from my good frend Stanley an hung sum ov Daddy's stinky old sox on it!

Theez trusty old smelly Guard Socks shud finish off the aphids nicely.

It's a bizzy day, Crismoss Eev, so I'm off to help Mummy mayke Mince Pies. Sheez gonna put sum port in them! Heheheee! So helpin her is probly the ownly way I'll get to tayste them! Ha!

Happy Crismoss, evrywun, Bears an Not-a-Bears evryware!

Crismoss is comin an Mummy's gettin fat...

Scores since Saturday:

• Gills: oh, don't.
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 haha! /10
• Overall Score: 7.169374289 /10
• Advent calendar pikcher: Saterday: it's either an angel agen, or a laydy standin too neer the fire. Sunday: another bloke wiv a scroll. Today: 3 kings ridings llamas. Altho, Mummy sez they're camels, but if they ar, they're the funnyest lookin camels I've ever seen. Not that I've seen that menny, but I cud still dror a better wun, eevn tho I've ownly seen very few ov 'em.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!


Yu may recall that on Saterday I sed that if Gillingham dident beet Bournemouth ov all peepol, seein as they wer bottom of the leegue, then I wud chew my foot:

Nuff sed.

Moovin on....

Mummy has been feelin "kwite bloated". This is wat she calls it wen she carnt get into her big jeans. She has 2 kinds ov jeans: normal jeans an big jeans. Big jeans ar for just arfter Berfdays, Easter an Crismoss. Well, sheez a tad worreed as it is the week BEFOR Crismoss an she carnt get into her fat er, I meen, big jeans. We think it may hav sumthing to do wiv the way she ate 15 eggs in less than a week.

It's troo. Larst Munday she mayde herself a 3-egg omlet. Then the next day she got up an thort, "Well, blow me! I fancy another wun!" an so she ate another 3-egg omlett. Then the next day the sayme thing happend agen, an the next day, an on till Friday. 15 eggs in all. (An yet she still mannidges to poo mor than wunce a day. Yu hav to admire her dedycayshun.)

Enyway. I thort that at leest this wud meen the cakes an biskits we got in fer Crismoss wud be safe. But oh, no! She sez she has to test them to mayke shor they ar good enuff for Crismoss. So far she has tested her way throo 3 Walnut Whips, 1 box of Marks and Spencer's Choccie Biccies an 6 Eccle-fekken Tarts (it's not a phrase I lernt at football, that, it's reelly wat they're calld.) At this rate we will hav the most tested an refined Crismoss Feast on record. I bet there's been royalty that hassent had its Crismoss fare tested kwite as well as we hav.

Still. This duzz meen that Crismoss is reelly on its way now. Did yu notiss my new Crismossy stationery at the top? AND! Weev got the tree up!

We bort a real wun. It had been dug up for Crismoss larst yeer but no wun bort it. So the peepol at the farm left it in its pot all yeer an as it dident die, we bort it, thinkin, this is ALIVE an therefor will not SHED it's prikly fingers all over my carpet an get into small soft paws. Hmmm... I'll let yu kno how that theory goze. Meenwile, heer ar sum pik's from this eevnin:

Ferst, a littol fetilizing to help it.....

Ta-daaahhhhh! Hang on! It looks bigger than this in reel life, onnist!

We bort theez angels wen we wer in Ireland. They hav shamroks insted ov wings. Ha! They ar too hevvy to put on the tree tho, so I've stood them at the bottom.

I jus wish to hav it on record that I had nothing to do wiv the choyse ov this angel, wich Mummy an Dilly sneekt into the howse wen I wassent lookin....

Dilly is fassinaytid wiv the woolly snowflakes an carnt understand wy she carnt eet them.

Heer's me an Sam. I like to sit an stare at the lites on a Crismoss tree, an sam has never seen wun befor. So we apent sum time this eevnin just relaxin underneeth it....

Bye fer now!