The Pants Worked!

Weekend Report:

• Gills: YES! WE WON!
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Weekend Score: 9.2146/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wa-Heyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! Mum's new football pants werked! We beat Crewe (full name, Crewe Poo) by 1 goal to nil. HAHAAHAHA.

Me an Grayum went to watch the match with Daddy. He has a season ticket, an we sneak in in his pocket. I've seen other Bears there, doing the same. Most have replica kit on. I wanted to go in my kit but not my big coat, as then no one would see it. So I hid my coat so Mum cuddent nag me into wearing it. Onnistly. She knows nothing about street cred.

Meanwile, mum an Granny went shopping for biskits an cake an other stuff that issent on Mummy's diet, but wich she eats at Granny's howse cos apparently it duzzent count there. Fat an caleries an stuff, they can ownly get yu on yor home ground.

All the mor sugar for Dad an us Bears to eat wen we got back. Horrayyyy!

Enyway, I congratulated Mummy on her new Lucky Gillingham Pants, and told her about the They-Worked-So-Yu-Can't-Wash-Them-Till-The-End-Of-The-Season rule. She diddent seem to go fer it. I'll hav to werk on her.

Bye fer now!

New Coat!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 got mummy wen she was coming out of the bathroom
• Day Score: 7.521/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

My hat still hasn't turned up, so me an Mummy tried to find a replaycement.

Granny sed that she wud knit me wun if we found a pattern, but we looked on the internet for 2 hours and cuddent see eny. Then we looked on Ebay an found a Bear selling 3 jumpers an a leather rucksack. Wow! So I ordered those. But still nuthing for me ears.

Next we went into town. We don't normally go in the morning but we were on the bus by 10am and it was full of grannys, probably all going looking for patterns to knit bear hats. So we followed wun into a craft shop. Shor enuff, she led us strayte to the knitting patterns, but there were none for my head. Hey ho.

In the end we went to a charity shop that had an adoptshun shelf at the back. They had a small heffalump modelling a smart red coat, a bit like Paddington's. Mummy took it to the counter and asked, "I'd like this coat for my Bear. Is it OK if I measure it?"

"Shor," sed the shop-laydy, "wud he like to use wun ov our changing rooms?" But Mummy sed no as I'm very brayve. For a while I was worried that Mummy was adopting this Not-A-Bear but when she paid, she took the coat off him and handed the heffalump back.

The poor thing!!! Not only has he been mugged in brord daylite, he has been put bak on the shelf stark-trunk-naked!

The coat looks ace on me though. The camera issent werking but here is a kwik sketch I did for you all:

smart, huh?

Bye fer now!