It's a seege!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but we wun on Saterday- 3-0 to Grimsby (full nayme: Grim-an-dull-don't-go-thare). Hurray!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.453/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I'm bak! Wa-heyy!

Sorry for the gap. Lots to do rownd heer. An Mummy's been doin sleep olympiks agen an hassent been arownd to press the big button on the pewter for me. I can do most ov the rest ov it meself, but I just havent got kwite enuff oof! to push that big wun in.

Sayme wiv the telly. If it's on standby I can press the button on the remote. In fakt, I'm an ace button presser, me, an can skip between cartoons wen the ads ar on wivowt missin eny ov it. THAT'S ace button pressin, that is. But if the telly is off compleetly I carnt kwite get the big button. (I can get very annoyd if they leev it switcht rite off wen The Simpsons ar dew. Do yu kno, I've mist The Simpsons sumtimes throo their blaytant lak ov forthort. Tsk!)

So enyway. I mannidged to catch her heddin for the kettol an steer her zombie-like self towards the pewter, repeetidly charntin "Presssssssss the button.... pressssssssssss the button...." an wa-hey! Heer I be.

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The uther day Daddy brort home a wooden box. We wer all a bit bemewsd as we dident reelly kno wat it waz for. Then Dilly deesydid it waz a fort:

We desydid to play "Seege the Carsol!" an Dilly sed it waz OK, so long as she cud play the part ov the carsol dragon (oh kell soopreez). The WIndowsill Bear Family joind her up thare, as the Iffy Norman Lords, an the rest ov us skayled the cliff as the Hard-Dun-By-Ferroshus-Celts:

HA! They kept herlin Choklit Peanuts at us an mayking us fall off. But we wun in the end. We pikt up the Choklit Peanuts an ran away to Scotland (the kitchen) whare we ate them all. HA!

Then Mummy cayme in from the garden an arskt for the box. She took it owtside. We followd wiv the camra:

Ah! I see! It waz a Hedgehog Howse!

Mummy put it heer, in a snug littol shelterd playce rownd the bak ov the howse. She trimmd bak the budlyer bush an piled up sum brarnchis on top, to keep it warm an disgize it:

Now, wen we put owt his supper (ov corned beef, oats, seed, nuts an froot) we ar goin to moov it closer an closer to his hut. We hope he will desyde to sleep in thare this winter!

Bye fer now!