Pootling on....
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
Well we rang Arnty Fiona on Tchewsday nite to chek Dorothy had got thare ok an she had! An then Dorothy cayme to the fone an sed hello an sed that she waz eetin cayke allreddy! So she waz ok! They just had time for snaks an then they all got in the car to drive to Cornwall.
It will hav tayken them 12 hours to get thare so they drove throo the nite. They will be thare for 2 weeks an will be on a boat for wun ov them. Dorothy is hoping they can go fishing. I hope they hav a life vest her size!
Now I kno she is ok I feel a bit better but I do miss her. She waz allrite, she waz.
Enyway. A Bear's life goze on... like, yesterday we went to Ipswich. I skweezd wun owt the windo as we drove parst the football grownds thare. Wa-heyy! Put that on yor penalty spot! We had a good browse rownd sum shops an me, Mummy an Dilly did sum important shoppin becos it's Daddy's berfday on Saterday.
His main present is tomorro nite wen we ar taykin him owt sumware but he duzzent kno whare an weer not tellin him till weer in the car. Hehehe!!! He did try to tickol-tortcher the informayshun owt ov me, but bein a trayned spy I waz abol to withstand his inikwituss efforts. An I told him if he dident stop I'd wee on him. Hehehe!!!
Thank yu for all yor messidges, by the way. I'm goin to try to visit yu all soon.
Bye for now!