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Showing posts with label witchiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label witchiness. Show all posts

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Weer off on advenchers!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: yes. We playd Carlisle, full nayme Carlisle Cheetin Scum. Now, heer's an intrestin faktoid: wen we wer all in town yesterday, I arskt Mummy an Daddy wat they rekond the scor wud be. Daddy sed 3-2 to the oppozishun, wich is disloyal, but at leest he gayve us 2 goles. Mummy sed weed looz 2-0. Huh. I sed weed win cos I do loyal. Bears do, yu kno. So enyway, soon as we got home I put the telly on to chek an gess wat? Weed lost 2 - 0. This meens that my Mummy is a witch.
  • Simpsons: no, but I did find a Lisa Simpson doll in Debenhams, an solved a mistry that haz bugged me fer yeers- her pants ar wite an laycey. Wa-heyyy!!!
  • Tesco: yes- Mummy took bak her fone cos it broke. She lost the reseet so she told them it was a present. Not ownly is she a witch sheez narsty an tells lies.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Day Score: 7.29861/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!


Weer off to Ireland this mornin- weer leevin in abowt 2 hours an won't be bak till Wenzday. Nowun is pakt yet. Or drest. They're mostly sippin tea an goin "Ah, yes. Musent ferget that..." an then goin off an doin sumthing diffrent. I predikt a riot.

So I'm sorry but this blog won't be updaytid fer a few days. (Wich is poo. Cos I enjoy bloggin. I enjoy visitin yor blogs too, an reedin yor stuff, an the comments yu leev, an I shall miss all that...)


Not shor how this cayme abowt as at ferst, ownly Daddy waz goin an we wer all stayin behind to frolick wivowt him. But now weer ALL goin. I've been up most the nite praktissin my Kung Fu so I don't get kidnappt agen.

ENYWAY. Heer's a few pic's from yestaday that I thort mite keep yu entertayned. Colchester carsol issent far from us so we went bak to chek on the flower bear.



Heer's the flower bear. Now, errlier in the yeer we went to see it, an it waz jus like this. Ruth had pikchers ov it too, in fakt.

Well, wun day, Mummy sed owt lowd there, "Wat that bear needs is a pot ov hunny in frunt ov him." WELL! Look wat's there now!-

Yu see? Witchitery, I call that. AN she mayd Gillingham looz yestaday (see abuv). An I'VE got to go on a playne wiv this wuman! I'm off now to warn the others...

Bye fer now!