Daddy's Berfday!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8 (Mummy shud hav awarded me at leest a 9.5 reelly but she waz harlf asleep an dident kno wat she waz talkin about) (so ther) /10
• Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Today is Daddy's berfday. Any idea wat I bort him????

Well, he, lyke yu, may well hav gest that I bort him pants. So I desydid to mayke them extra speshol pants. This way he wud kno it waz goin to be pants, but still get a serprize.

Ferst I bort sum pants from Marks And Spencers, Pant Makers To The Qween (probly). They wer incorrektly laybold tho so I had to correkt that:-

Then I mayde this desine:

I printid it on iron-transfer paper an got Mummy to excavayte the ironin bord an iron so that I cud put the pikcher on his pants (she helpt me a bit wiv this cos it berns):-

Next I got a playne T shert fer him too. Fer this I thort sumthin arty wud be gud, to wow peepol as he walks along. So I mayde this desine: an then Mummy irond it onto the T shert for me:
Wa-heyyy!

Daddy liket the pants an wor a pair to werk today. He sed he felt partikularly supportid all day. He hassent tryd on the T shert yet, so I hope it fits him betta than it duz me. He thinks it's pantayshus. (Wich it is.)

We had a Chineesy dinner, followd by choklit shoo-buns. Mummy put a candol in wun of them. Then me an Daddy shared a Guinness:
Dilly sneekt up an stole sum ov mine, but then fell off the tabol groanin sumthin abowt the drink hertin her antenner. We all went fer a bit ov a walk to cleer our heds an sor swallows flyin over maykin a noize like sqweeky wheels, wich dident reelly help Dilly but waz still kwite fun to see.

Daddy's makin tea now, an I'm fallin asleep cos I'm knackerd. Wich is like bein very tyerd but mor so, cos ther's a "K" in it.

Byeeeee!