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Showing posts with label goosies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goosies. Show all posts

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Marks Hall fotoes. ATCHOOOO!!!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid dew to too mutch snot in the howse/10
  • Day Score: 6/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I've cort the cowd!I'm yewzin a pair ov bloo Mummy-pants to keep me warm. I blayme Grayum. He cofft over my biskits.

Enyway! Heer ar the fotoes I promist yu. Now that Mummy is feelin better she can help put them on the pewter. Just as well as I'm not upta mutch rite now!


We sor this big normuss oak tree. It's neerly 800 yeers old!

Ooo this looks like a tank is sneekin up behind me!

We sor lots of goosies. I arskt Daddy to tayke lots ov fotoes cos I knew Mrs Nesbitt wud like to see them.

Heer's Mummy, feedin sum ov them:

The baybeez look very fluffy, don't they?

Thare wer swans, too:Thare waz a walled garden. It waz reelly big!
This is part ov the wall. It's 400 yeers old, so not as old as the tree.
Heer yu can see sum toadflax growin owt ov it.

I liket this bit. It had a low wall goin rownd an rownd the plarnts, just the rite size for a small Bear to go runnin up an down. Can yu see how the littol wall I'm standin on goze too an fro an up an down? It waz fun. Sum kids tryd to do it but it waz mine. I fownd it ferst.Thare wer lots ov theez type ov thing:
We fownd Mummy, relaxin!
We walkt throo sum mor woods an spottid this fella goin for a strowl:
An sumwun had bilt a laydy owt ov big twigs.
It waz very good.
She eevn had laydy-bumps!:
Sum ov the walks in the woods wer markt, sum wernt, yu just mayde them up as yu went along.
We cayme across this field ov ferns.
It waz like a Bear-size forrist, so I had a poo thare.
Then we fownd the piggies!
They keep them in part ov the forrist, wich is far mor fun than livin on a farm!
Yu cud see they enjoyd runnin an jumpin.
Heer's the bum foto I promist yu! Wa-hey!
Dewrin the Secund Werld War, sum forren troops wer stayshund heer,
wile waytin to go to France. Thare waz eevn a littol air field heer.
We cayme across theez old truks, wich we thort mite be left over from then:
Then we sor lots ov theez neerby. It's calld a peacock butterfly:This is Mummy havin a rest wile Daddy taykes fotoes.
Akchewlly, if yu clik on the foto an mayke it bigger,
yu mite jus see me sittin on the arm ov the bench, wayvin.On the way bak we sor sum sheep but ownly just, cos they wer hiding in the long grarss:We wer told they wer "rare breed" sheep.
Troo enuff, they dident go baaaaaaa. So maybe they wer a bit snooty.
We went parst sum mor bayby goosies,
all tukt up for bed:...an I think the parronts had had a row:
And, AT LARST!!! I got sum choklit cayke an a cuppa tea!
No trip enyware is troolly grayte unless yu finish it wiv choklit cayke an a cuppa tea.
Wa-hey!!

I hope yu enjoyd my fotoes!
I wonder if weev got enything like that cayke in the howse.
I fansy sum ov that rite now.
An as I hav a cowd I rekkon I shud hav sum.
I'll hav to send sumsun owt to go an get sum... ware's that Dilly?

Bye fer now!