Wiv aw god cowds
This week's scores:
- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yez
- Tesco: yez, fer medsin
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid dew to too much snot /10
- Week Score: uff /10
Today iz my blog'z annibersry- Uh startib dis blog wun yeer ago tobay. I waz goin to hav a big party but um not well enuff. Sssffff. I will hab to hab der party anuver time.
Evrywun heer haz god der cowd. Sff. Daddy had it ferst, but hiz iz neerly gon now. Mummy got it werse than him. I dident understand this. If it's the sayme cowd, wy duzzent she hav it the sayme way? He sed it mewtates. Hmm. I thort mewtayshun waz wen a boy cat goze to the vet an comes bak a gerl. But parrently not!
Erly in the week we herd that Marcelle Marceau had died, so we had a minit's noyze for him:
Mummy haz assma an the cowd haz mayde it werse so we had a charnse to go to Tesco, to the farmassy: 
(I don't like the way it sez 'unwantid' nex to me in this pikcher!!!)
Dilly iz immewn to green stuff so she is wantin to look arfter givin owt the pills. I'm a bit worreed abowt this, given her method ov cowntin.
I'm off to mayke mor tea now. Sssff.
Don't ferget to ware bloo tomorro fer the Gills!
Bye fer now! Ssffff.
17 comments:
Hello Bob, Congratulations on a year in the blogosphere!
I been wondering, "Where's Bob?". I thought "the computer's blown up", "he's on a spying mission", "he's got THE cold". Sorry you've got the cold, I hope you and Mum will be better really, really soon. Keep handing out those tissues. I'm in the blue dungarees again!
Phy
Phy,
I've given them all self-ishooin priviledges fer de dewrayshun. I jus cuddent keep up wiv the snot produkshon.
I hope the bloo dungarees help! We will need help. Weer playin Leeds.
Uff.
Sssfffsffff.
ATCHOO!
The other JCBinC used to support Leeds, but dosen't bother anymore!
Hope this makes you smile! Bob’s Blogging Birthday!
Wa-heeyyyyyyyyy! Thanks, Phyth! That waz grayte!
Ssfff.
Do you think it's a coincidence that Grayums comes back and you all get cowds?
Phytheas and you are becoming right good chums. He's a nice little bear.
Drink lots of tea.
Who will make the chicken soup? Gotta have some chicken soup.
And... I don't know about Dilly giving out the meds... maybe you should double check her counting.
I'll be wearing my blue pants tomorrow. (panties in America)
Hope you are all better again soon. Congratulations on your first blogging birthday! Your mummy looks very nice and nobody would ever guess that she had got a cold! Take it easy and drink Ribena - that's what I do!
Dear Bob,
Here's a cuppa chicken soup for you
(_)o
Careful, it's hot!
Share some with mummy too, and I hope you are both feeling better!
Here's some good news, today was my 43 birthday, and I got a little female alpaca!! Woo-hoo!
She was born today, I will post about her in a day or two.
Get better!
Slainte~
Rachelle
A full year, thats something to celebrate, hope you get better soon so you can enjoy your big shindig.
yes, congrats on the YEAR...and i'm sorry everyone has a cold. your mummy looks like she needs her meds that dilly was guarding for her. hot herbal tea with lemon and honey OR cloves work wonders, too!
Victorya,
Yu hav a good poynt ther. I dident think ov that. I shall hav to de-breef him. (Hehehee. De BREEF! Hehehee..)
Sssf.
Chewy,
Phyth is a good chum. I'd like to meet up wiv him sum time. Maybe fer a piknic.
Mummy iz tryin to keep cownt ov the medsin. But she keeps fallin asleep. Wen she waykes up, she carnt remember how menny she had got to. So she trys very hard to remember taykin them. Then she duzzent kno if she is rememberin or if she drempt it....
We dident hav chikn soop but we had butternut squash soop wiv ginger in it. It iwaz yum.
Good news abowt the pants!
Wa-heyy!
(coff coff)
Lynda,
Hmmm....Ribena. I havent got eny ov that. (I wonder if it staynes yer paws.) I've bin sippin ginger ale.
Sssfffffffff.
Rachelle,
oooo ta!
An belaytid happy berfday! Carnt wayte to see the new alpaca. Ar littol alpacas calld alpacalettes?
Yu kno, like sheep ar sheeplets an cows ar cowlets. Not Bears tho. Weer cubs.
Sssff.
Pope Terry,
I hav lots ov choklit biskits hidden. Soon as I'm OK me an the Bears ar gonna hav a feest!
Ssfff.
Ms Creek,
Mummy put lots ov boilin warter in a bowl wiv sum cloves an hid under a towel over it an snifft an snifft. Dilly got under as well, she sed it waz like a sorna. I think gerls ar weerd.
Sssf.
OOOH a picnic Bob, yes please!
Phy
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