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Thursday, July 19, 2007

What's this? Oh, too late...

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no; but Daddy sent off the cheq fer the new season tickets. No menshun ov my nayme on the form. Looks lyke I'll be sneekin in in his poket agen. Tsk!
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes: Mum's desydid to go low-carb agen, so ran out an bort a ton ov chikn.
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 Henri got me. He's gettin worryingly good. /10
  • Day Score: 7.8632/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Remember me marrygolds? WELL! I mite hav fownd wat was eetin them.

Not shor wat it's calld. I think it's a sort ov MINER bug, cos it burrows into the leef. Yu kno, like miners sort ov burro into mines. Or not. Look, I don't nayme theez things, OK?

I cud hav thort of a betta nayme fer it, I bet. I meen, I'm a grayte thinker, I am. I think ov lots ov things an enjoy a good hard ponder. Like, if the yewniverss is forever expandin, wy issent ther enuff room fer mor bookshelves in this howse? Eh? Wy do I hav to be at the mersy ov piles ov books rownd evry door? I'm ownly littol. Wun rong moov mid-conga rownd the rooms an I cud get skwisht.

Enyway. I dygress. If I had naymed this bug, I'd hav calld it the Burrowin Snakey Leaf Bug, or sumthing like that. Not MINER bug. It duzzent even hav wun ov those fansy torch-hats.

I showd it to Dilly, cos she likes bugs, an likes that bug-man fella on CSI, too. So I thort she mite be a bit ov an expert on them....

....unfortewnately, she just ate it:



So we may never kno wat it waz fer shor.

Never mind. The marrygolds ar lookin grayte, an reelly hewge now. I waz goin to plarnt them owt today but the lalydy on the telly sed ther will be mor thunder tomorro. I don't want ther ferst day in the wild to be scary. So I'll release them at the weekend insted.

Bye fer now!

6 comments:

david mcmahon said...

Just a (ahem) miner problem, then?

Chalkhills Collective said...

More thunder - have you got your hug pants and emergency shelter ready?

Chalky

RUTH said...

Glad you found what the marigold problem was but hope Dilly doesn't get a taste for them. Good luck to your Mum on lowcarb diet! Hope you don't have to go out when the thunderstorm comes; it must be difficult for a bear to dry his fur out.
Rx

lotis said...

:)

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

David,
Wa-heyyy!!!!!!!!!
Tis now Dilly has a tayste fer them...


Chalky,
I waz worreed an got lots ov pants together, but we jus got lots ov rayne, no thunder heer. Phew!


Ruth,
Dilly is now storkin the marrygolds on permanent bug-wotch. I'm not complaynin. It gets her owt ov the way an KWYET.
We dident get eny thunder. We did go fer a wolk but wen it raynes I jump in Mummy's bag.


Lotis,
I'm glad I mayde yu smile cos I kno yor a bit down at the moment. Sendin lots of nose-hugs an oat-cakes spred wiv hunny.


:@}

Margaret said...

"if the yewniverss is forever expandin, wy issent ther enuff room fer mor bookshelves in this howse? Eh? Wy do I hav to be at the mersy ov piles ov books rownd evry door? I'm ownly littol. Wun rong moov mid-conga rownd the rooms an I cud get skwisht."

Oh God, I think I just burst my spleen laughing.