Granny's howse, for cayke, cats, Unkol Roy, Mexico an oodols ov poo!!!!!

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: yes, ma an Daddy went to see them play Bournemouth (full nayme: Born mouthy scum) an we thrasht them 1 - nil!!! Hurray!!!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 360 - all the Bears at Granny's howse had compleetly forgotten all abowt this gayme so I waz abol to catch them all an apply eech an evry speshol rool /10
• Overall Score: 8.2/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

This is a Bear pikcher that Mummy drew for me today, cos I sed she had been doin lots ov sissy stuff, an wy dident she do mor Bear stuff? I think it's brill. But Mummy wants me to tell yu that she "ownly coppeed it from a book." D'oh!

I waz goin to blog on Saterday but we went to Granny's an I had a lie-in befor we went, so I dident get hav time to do it. I did heer the uthers get up, well sort ov. I SORT OV herd them, I jus thort it waz hapnin in my dreem. Duz that happen to yu?

At Granny's, we met up wiv Unkol Roy, hoo is Mummy's littol bruther. Well, she calls him her littol brother but he is 6 feet tall and she issent. But she sez, he is still littol to her cos she yewst to push him arownd in a pram.
We wantid to meet up wiv Unkol Roy cos he waz off to Mexico!!!!
It's troo. He left at 6am yestaday to fly to Mexico City. He haz a gerlfrend now hoo comes from thare, an he is goin to liv wiv her famly an werk thare teechin English.

I gayve him a big hug. My hugs hav an odd affekt on Unkol Roy. He trys to duk into his jumper an avoyde me. But I just linger arownd his showlder an wayte fer him to come owt. He carnt stay in thare forever or heel suffercayte. So I get him in the end! Huzarr!!! Hehehee.

This is Unkol Roy leevin for Mexico at 6 on Sunday mornin an lookin not at all scared.

This is Granny wiv Unkol Roy. She is standin on a step an he is bendin his neez. Utherwize yu wud never be abol to get them in the sayme foto. Grannys ownly come in minacher, yu see.

Becos he went so errly, arfter he had gon, we all went bak to bed!!!

Heer ar the cats in their new beds, wich Mummy gayve them as an errly berfday present (they will be 16 on the 23rd.)

Mr Scooter an Fluffy.Mr Scooter.

So we throt Sunday wud be a layzee day arfter that. But it wassent!!!

Oh boy!!! It waz soooo funny!!! I neerly berst my beads!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thare is a man-hole cover in Granny's garden, and Granny cayme in an sed, "I think sumthing narsty is comin up rownd that man-hole cover." So we awl went to the bak dor an had a look. An shor enuff, thare waz sumthing VERY narsty! So we had to get a number from the Yello Paiges for a speshol poo-pipe engineer to come owt an look.

Wen he got thare, he liftid the man-hole cover AN IT WAZ FULL OV POOEY STUFF!!! HEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!

He had to open up uther man-hole cuvers, too, and get a long pole and stir it (an I dident eevn kno peepol did that for a job - I thort scattology waz just a hobby). Then he got a long hoze an sprayed lots ov warter throo a hi presher thingy an it all washt away. He had to go next dor an look at their poo too. WOW! Wat a grayte job!

In the end he sed that sumwun in the street had put things they shuddent down the toylet. He fownd plastik bags an eevn a garden trowl down thare. (My God- how constipaytid wer they that they needid a garden trowl????)

It awl got cleend an sortid in the end, but he charged £206. All the grown-ups agreed that, altho yu cud hav bort a lot ov cayke an uther nice stuff wiv that mutch, it waz still a bit less than they expektiod so it waz OK.

I am just dayzed that yu can get to ware a speshol soote, drive yor own van, inspekt uther peepol's poo, AN get payd for it!!!!!! Wow, Unkol Roy, look at the fun yu mist!!!

Nice to hav frends!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes, a kwik trip for mor washin detergent, cos ov the amownt ov washin bak-log thare is!
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Look wat arrivd Saterday mornin!

I took it to Granny's wiv me, cos wenever I tell her that I get my own mail, she larfs. Well, I showd her this, an she STILL larft!! Granny's can be a bit confewsin!

It had Winnie The Pooh stikkers on it, all over the frunt an bak!!!Look!

It's my pawtrayte from Chewy!!! She sent it to me!! WOWWWEEE!

Howzis for a likeness?HEHEHE! PANTS!

Oh look, a letter, too! An wiv harts on, teehee!

Awww Chewy sent me my own foto ov her!(heheee...heee.... I like gettin stuff from pritty laydezz....!)

An she did a Celtic Hart speshly for me, too:Awwwww thanks, Chewy!

I'm gonna get it all framed!

Chewy incloodid sum sampols ov payper for Mummy, too, for her to do crarfty stuff wiv. She waz reelly pleezd wiv that- kept her kwyert for a wee wile, that did! Hehe! I'm lukky to hav nice frends, all rownd the werld!

Arfter I'd opend it all, Granny opened up sum Bear Biscuits for us all!! Theez wer yum! The tummys an toes wer vanilla fondant stuff. Slurp!

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Unkol Roy arrivd on Sunday. He had been teechin in West Sussex. His job endid so he is stayin at Granny's now till he gets anuther wun. Daddy took a foto ov him wiv Mummy an Granny, in the garden:That's Scooter's bak legs thare, behind Mummy! Peepol hav arskt me abowt the cats so heer's a better pikcher ov him-Heer is the uther wun, Mrs Fluffy. )They ar reelly Mummy's cats but they liv wiv Granny. It waz goin to be temporary but then Granny luvd them an dident want to giv them bak! Never mind! Granny haz a luvly big garden for them, an Mummy gets them their food an vet stuff. Enyway, heer is Mrs Fluffy:)An this is whare they both wantid to sit wile Daddy an Granny wer eetin sum salmon:-Granny arkst Mummy to moov them but insted she took a pikcher! Hehe!

Hehehe!

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Daddy flew off to Ireland larst nite so it's kwyert rownd heer. Me an the uther Bears ar going to yews the time to werk on our Olympik Synkronized Sitting Rooteen.

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!