The Joy of Road Tunnels, (or: Under-River Tescossity) & Putting Mr Scooter's Belly on Strike.

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: hibernaytin
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes, fer petrol an a payper
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy fer nose hugs/10
• Overall Score: 7.983/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I don't think I've ever explayned how we get to Granny's howse.

We have to drive from Colchester to the Isle Of Sheppey. It takes neerly 2 hours an there ar a few rivers in between, the biggest bein the Thames, wich is faymuss fer goin throo playsis like London. Enyway, no matter how faymuss a river thinks it is, it is still too wet fer a car, espeshally wun that regularly carrys persons of a Bear type, hoo don't like warter.

Knowin this, they bilt a big bridge over the river, plus a long tunnel under it, so I don't need to get my paws wet. Dilly likes the bridge best, as she can hav a wee out the window if she fergot to go befor we left. I prefer the tunnel.

Sumtimes I wayve at the other cars wen we go throo, speshally if they hav Bears navigytin up frunt on the dashboard. But imagin my joy wen we go throo alongside a Tesco lorry! Wow!

Mummy took this photo the larst time it happend:

Wa-Heyyyy! Wat a rush!

During this larst weekend at granny's, Mr Scooter finally became unable to get throo the catflap (even while grabbing an cloring the doormat). Mummy tryd to fit a bigger catflap but cuddent get the old wun off the door. The man hoo mayde the door yewsd gloo. So Mr Scooter is now on a Seerious Diet. This is diffrent from preevious diets, wher he jus eets the same but evrywun worrys an sez heez gettin fat. This time it's fer reel. Ownly cat biskits an the smoll bit of chikn needid to hide his pills in.

Good luck, mate.

Bye fer now!