- Gills: putting their hairy feet up
- Simpsons: no
- Tesco: Yes, wiv daddy. Later, Mummy sneakt off ther wivout me. Huh!
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too shakey /10
- Day Score: Don't arsk. It thundered. /10
Teddy an Spaulding, hoo liv in Abearika, left me a warnin the other day. They sed:
We're hoping this might work:
Last time we had a thunderstorm, you got one four days later. We had a thunderstorm (beary scary...) lasted all night ...umm, since Mommy's insomniacing again, how about just say we had it on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. If we're right, you should get it on Saturday! ...So, head for the closet, and make sure to stock up on the pants in there first!
Oh my. Yesterday. Saterday. Morning. T_H_U_N_D_E_R!!!An NOTHING from the weather laydy off the telly. (not eevn an apology to persons of a non-thunder-appryshyatin furry aspect.) AND TEDDY AND SPAUL DON'T EEVN GET PAYED.
I vote that they shud becom the UK's offishol Seriuss Weather And Thunder Sy-kicks. Or SWATS fer short. I can publish their forecarsts heer. Wat do yu say?
Thanks to their brayve tip-off I was abol to get to the Thunder Shelter in time, an prepare it ahed wiv copius pants. Insidently, on arrival at the Shelter I discuverd that my Blog is red by Grayum, the Windowsill Bears an all the stowaways, as neerly all the best pants wer tayken.
Hope yu all got throo it OK. I sor on the telly that sum ov the other playsis in England hav been fluddid. Oh my. It mus be lyke livin in a big barth. An an an. Hf. Ssf. Ooo I need my hug pants....