Oakey, hed-butting, an I'm not rubbin thoze feet agen, oh no.

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: Yes. We playd Milton Keynes, aka. MK Dons (but full nayme is Milton Keynes Not-a-proper-club Franchise Scum) (and "Milton" just wuddent be a strong enuff bleech to cleen the scum ov this lot. Ha.) Enyway the cheetin scum won 2 -0. Poo!
  
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8 (Sam got me) /10
• Overall Score: 7.439/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Well Good Lor an slappeth my thie, if it issent over a week agen since I larst bloggd.
Mummy jus hassent been arownd to get the pewter up an running. An as I hav explayned befor (an to her on menny okkayshuns), I CAN blog on my own but I DO need sumwun bigger to help wiv the BIG button on the pewter as it's a bit too stiff for me. I did get Grayum to hed-butt it wunce, an the pewter NEERLY cayme on, but Grayum went spinnin rownd the room for aiges an to be frank, it just aint werth the greef.

So thare yu ar. Sheez all better now, just bizzy. Too bizzy for a loyal Bear wiv a publik to think ov, apparently. But wat can I do? Yu just carnt get the staff theez days.

I've been amewzin myself in the garden this weekend. (Hedgehog poo is reelly fassinaytin, yu kno, I reelly must get sum fotoes ov it for yu befor they all hybernayte.)

Do yu remember Oaky? As it is now Ortum, I thort I wud tayke a foto ov him, befor he loozes his leeves. Heer he is. Hassent he grown since I repotted him?

Daddy has finerly got rownd to arraynging sumwun to fix our heetin. The man is goin to com an do it on the 2nd November. It will tayke a few days, but shud be dun by Mummy's berfday, wich is the 8th. Daddy did sergest that it cud be her berfday present, but she gayve him wun ov her stares. Yu hav to admire him for tryin tho.

Weev had kwite a few winters wivowt heetin, but I told Daddy that Grayum neerly hybernaytid larst yeer, an I just carnt fayce anuther winter rubbin that Bear's feet. So we just HAV to hav sentrol heetin.

Meenwile tho, I am off now to distribewt jumpers amung the uther Bears. 2 weeks to go, yu see, an the eevnins ar gettin a bit nippy.

Bye fer now!

Skat!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but weer off errly tomorro to que up for our Wembley tikkets for next week's gayme. Mummy sed she mite not que up, she mite go shoppin insted. Tippykol gerl. Arfter that weer goin to Granny's an won't be bak till SUnday nite.
  
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no, an she went to the Co-Op. Wich duzzent eevn hav trolleys.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Huzzah! /10
• Day Score: 7.63987/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Look!
Hedgehog poo!

HEHEHEHEHE!

I gess this is his way ov sayin thankew for the munchy food we bort him!

That's all, reelly. Jus thort I'd pop in an share that wiv yu.

Wa-hey!!!

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Don't ferget to send me pic's ov yor fayvrit pants for my berfday "I'm A Sellebritty Get Me Sum Pants To Wear!" gallery. (See Wendzday's post for mor detayles!)