Berfday Cayke

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No; on hollyday
  
• Simpsons: Yay!!
• Tesco: No
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score:10 /10 Huzarr!!!
• Overall Score: 7.32321/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Teehee! THANK kew awl for awl the nice messidges for me berfday! I shor had a grayte day!

Just as we Bears wer gettin reddy for the Pant Party in the eevnin, Mummy brort owt a cayke wiv a candle in it. Oh boy, I was havin sutch a frolikky time I had fergotten awl abowt a berfday cayke!!
I mayde a wish, an blew owt the candle...

That was wun small puff for a man, wun giant blow for an 8 inch Bear!

Then we went on wiv the Pant Party!!!!!
Horrayyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Erm, did yu notiss Grayum?
Hav anuther look-

HA! GOTCHA!

Yes, thare is ownly wun thing that can distrakt Grayum from a huge pile of freshly lornderd pants, an that's cayke. Spesifikly sumwun else's cayke. Wat a cheek!!!!!

Investigaytin

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Wow it's bin aiges since I bloggd. I am sorry abowt that. Jus carnt get the staff.

I hav been bizzy investigaytin. It's my berfday on Monday an I hav been investigaytin the possibility ov presents. So far I hav investigaytid the wardrobes, the linen cubberd, the box in the shower room behind the loo, Mummy's pant dror (hehehe) an all the book shelves. I havent fownd eny hidden presents yet, wich is a bit worryin. Do yu think they hav forgotten?

As yu may noe, we Bears get to pik wat aige we want to be. We carnt go BAKWERDS, that wud be silly. But we can chooz to stay ware we ar if we like. I hav been 8 for a littol wile now. 8 is fun. Yu get lots ov choklit at 8 an yu can eet as mutch ov it as yu like wivowt bein sik, wich yu carnt do at 43 (Mummy tayke note).

Mummy fownd theez in Tesco reesently:
Dilly had the Piglets cos ov theyer pinkness, but I had the rest; 2 Poohs an a Tigger. They wer so scrummy. The Pooh Bear wuns wer best, oviossly.

So I think I will stay at 8 for a bit longer. Or possibly 8 an 1/4.

Off now. I hav a Pant Party to organize. WA-HEYY!!!!!

Pant Party....... Day 2!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: nope; probly in the pub
• Simpsons: yes!
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.3777777777770000001/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Weev still got custody ov the pants today so we bilt a camp. We yewsd a stool that Daddy mayde wen he waz at skool, a long long long time ago. An we piled up the pants iver side to mayke pant walls an layd sum across the top for the roof. Grayum sed that it waz like a thatched cottidge, exsept that it waz crotched, not thatched. This joke kept Grayum amewsd for hours.

We had tea in the camp an Ginger Biccies, wich wer yum:

Meenwile, Mummy dyed her hair. She dyed it brown. It's alreddy brown, but she dyed it brown so that all the wite wuns cud hide.

I told her that this waz cheetin an that she shud reelly leev it an see wat it duzz an how much ov it will go wite. Utherwise how will we ever kno? If she left it she wud find owt wat she reelly lookt like. It mite be cool. Like a badger.

Weer goin into town tomorro on the bus wiv her. Yewzerly me or Dilly goze wiv her in her bag (we tuk down an hide so we don't hav to pay the bus fare jhee jhee jhee.) Sumtimes I see anuther Bear on the bus, peekin owt ov a bag. I don't always say hullo, in cayse I blow his cuver.

Enyway, larst week Mummy went off withowt us an wen she tryd to come home, she got on the rong bus. She needed a Number 1. She got on a 64A. Wich issent eevn slitely close, is it? She sed, it waz the sayme culler. D'oh! So this time weer both goin wiv her. Hoo knoze whare sheel end up utherwise. She mite get miles an miles away, an hav to eet all the choklit she bort on the long trek bak. Jus carnt tayke the risk!!!

Bye fer now!

Don't menshun the war

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: restin
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes, an Henry cayme too, but we dident get much ov a ride in the trolley cos we stoppt to say hullo to a doggy wiv big ears hoo waz waytin for his Mummy outside the shop, an Daddy went ahed wiv the trolley to the car. Poo! Nice doggy tho!
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! I'm a champyun at this /10
• Day Score: 7.43291/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Thare's a alot ov football on telly at the moment an larst nite France waz on, playin Italy, so my cuzzin Henry, hoo is a Frenchy-type, waz on the end ov the coffee-taybol, watchin.

Unfortewnitly he fell off wen he waz shaykin his paw at wun ov the Italyen players for trippin a French player over. Grayum poyntid owt that the Frenchys had dun the sayme sort ov thing, an wun ov them had eevn been sent off for bein norty! HEHEHE! An I sed that that waz typikol ov a French sort, not stayin till the end! Then Henry realized that this waz a joke abowt the secund werld war, an sed that my Irish sorts wernt eevn in it, jus like they wernt eevn in this football competishun.

WELL! We had a rite punch up arfter that! An Daddy got Grayum to come in an seperayte us. But wat a cheek! Cos he startid it enyway. Sort ov.

We sat at diffrent ends ov the sofa for a wile an then Mummy sed, "Wy don't yu 2 share this choklit an be frends?" Choklit? I thort. Okidokee. It's werth bein frends if there's choklit. But then we red the wrapper an it sed it waz Italyen! HAHAHA! We had a good larff abowt that, eevn tho it wassent the best choklit.

Today, Mummy sed she wantid to see that we had all mayde up agen so weer havin a Pant Party.

Eevn DOgcat/Catdog is joynin in:If ownly Adolf an co had got their pants owt, the war wud hav not ownly endid a lot sooner, but it wud hav ternd into a grayte party as well!Wa-heyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

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An now a speshol rekwest....

Calamity Jane had a big operayshun yestaday, wen she had her kidney trarnsplarnt. If yu get a minit, wy not pop over to her blog an leev sum nose hugs? That way, wen she comes home an logs on, she will feel all huggd an it will mayke her smile!!

Bye fer now!

Bears ar very helpful indeed.

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.43296/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

The other day, Mummy did lots ov washin, incloodin lots ov pants. We Bears, bein helpful, took them upstaires for a good frolickin befor they went into the cubberd.

Wantin to mayke shor we did our job thorerly, we wer still up ther frolickin pants wen Daddy cayme home. He told us to put them away. Well! Yu carnt hurry a good frolick! An yu shuddent interrupt a Bear mid-frolick. As I sed to Daddy, we may be cewt, but don't ferget, we can do ferroshus.

Enyway. We reecht a compromize. (A compromize is wat yu do wen Daddy won't admit he got it rong.) Daddy sed we shud leev the pants an come downstaires but we protestid. So he sed,

"OK. Yu can bring down sum pants wiv yu, but just two pairs between yu."

So that's wat we did:
As yu can see from this foto ov us: ther ar ownly two pairs ov pants between eech ov us.

Hehehehehehehehehehee!

Enyway, weer off to Granny's this weekend. Me an Daddy ar goin to watch Gillingham play too, so on wiv yer lukky bloo pants, evrywun, an weel see yer on Munday!

Hav a good weekend!

Bye fer now!

AHA! Gotcha!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: bit bizzy /10
• Day Score: 6.2983100005 /10
• Advent calander pikcher: 3 girls singin an glowin a straynge yello culler.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I hid my seekrit camra in wun ov Daddy's yewsd soks an left it on the landin upstairs. I knew it wud be sayfe there coz no wun wud ever dare inspekt wun ov Daddy's vomit-soks at close kwarters. It dident pik enything up for hours. Then this:

WELL! Wunse I'd seen this I had to go an investygayte! Look wat I fownd in the pant dror!!!!

A seekrit piknic in the pants!!!!!

An.... an... HOOZ THIS?????

What the?????????????????

Daddy Windosill Bear sed that it's his Grayte Unkol Mulligan. He's stoppin off on his way to Scotland, wher heez gonna retire an play golf!

I dident approov ov this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hav an arnty in Scottyland an I kno she reeds this so! Do YU kno enything abowt this, Arnty Fiona??? Do yu?

Catch-up... wake up shocks!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Ok time to fill yu in on sum of the stuff that's been hap'nin round here.... alot changes wen you're in hibernayshun, yu know. Like, where did that tree go?

Wen I was larst awake, we had a big bushy tree here. It had bloo flowers in summer (wich, if yu HAVE to have flowers, is the best colour wuns to get). Now we just have a bunch of twigs!Apparently there was a big wind the other week, and this is what it left behind. It larsted a whole day.

I'm glad it didn't larst eny longer. We Bears need woods, yu know. Yu think yu hav environmental problems now? Imagin the same world wiv Bears all pooing without woods to poo in. HAHAHAHAHA....

MEANWHILE Mummy's gon all nocturnal agen. She sleeps from 8am to 1pm, then yawns all the time. ("Go figure" as my Merrykan Bear cuzzins might say.) BUT as yawns are con-tay-jus, this sets the rest ov us off yawning too. But we've all slept, so we're thinking, "why am I yawning? I must need more sleep. Better go to bed earlier!"

The less mummy sleeps, the mor she yawns. The mor she yawns the mor we yawn and the mor we yawn the mor we sleep becos we yawn. Soon she'll hav driven us all back into hibernayshun.

It all leads me to wonder what she gets up to wen we're un-con-shus........ was it really the wind or was it sum wild pant party that we Bears didn't get invited to???

Bye fer now!

I'M BACK!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Day Score: 8/10
• Advent Calendar Pikcher: Angels. Loads an loads ov Angels, for days now.

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I've been offline for a week but I've still been a bizzy Bear. Mum's off making dumplings for the Chicken Stew we're having fer dinner, so I thort I'd pop in here an get my fans up to date.

Ferst, here's the photo I promised ov the Snowy Bear that came to stay last week:

an here is Snowy an me playing "Bear! Not-a-Bear!" (obviously, this round is "Bear!"):

Snowy has today gone on his flight to Ireland to live wiv the nephews. We wish him luck. If my experience of Irish Nephews is anything to go by, he'll need it.

Now to a comment left on an earlier blog:

Mousie said...
when mum and dad abandon you to go shopping,
are you allowed to invite friends...you see I would so much have a small party
with you for winter sostice...I would love to meet your new white friend as
well...don't worry, we would leave before parents come home, and no two paws
would know...tell me if it's possible love from Mousie
PS: how many friends may I bring?

Well, Mousie, she hassent known about it up till now, but as it's you, I'll tell you. Yes. Wen our parronts go off without us we tend to hav parties. Pant Parties, yewsually. So you an yor frends will be most welcome. Either bring yor own pants or we can lend yu sum, in wich case, just let me know how many frends yor bringing so we know how many pairs ov pants to get reddy (I presume you'd prefer them pre-frolicked?).

photo: me, Grayum, an the Windo-Sill Bear Familee having a Pant Party earlier this year

Snowy had to go off on the larst leg ov his jerney, but all the other Bears are still here, and if he knows yor coming, Old Grandpa Grunter Bear might even be persuaded to come downstairs off the spare bed.

Mmmm... smells like the stew's reddy, so I hav to go now. Yum! But I'll update mor tomorro...

Bye fer now!

Pant Party!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes! We all went- mumy, daddy, Dilly, me and 4 other bears. Bob Jr. came in with me and we rode in der trolley.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Day Score: 8/10
  

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Yesterday Mummy woz tyerd an cold and in der arfternoon she fell asleep curled up on der carpet in front ov der fire. Ahhh..... but looking at her an going ahhhh got boring so me an der uver bears had a pant party.

a pant party: clok-wize from bottom left: Mr Windosill Bear, Mrs Windosill Bear, LBBBJ (Little-Baby-Bear-Bob-Junior), me, Grayum.

A Pant Party is where me an der uver bears put on pants and sit in a sercol. Den we play 'Stare-Der-Bear!". We give each uver a hard stare till sumwun blinks. If yu blink ferst yu loos an yu hav to put yor pants on yor hed. Der larst wun wivout pants on dere hed is der winner an gets all der pants. Den he (or she, though it's yewsually me, cos I'm a champion at stare-der-bear) gives der pile ov pants a dam good frolick.

Lukilly mummy woke up jus arfter we had put dem awl away hehehehe.... she thinks we spent awl day reading a book!

Bye fer now!