Mulligan an Mummy, an their travels...

Gillingham ar playin tonite, peeps, so on wiv yer bloo pants!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Good Lor! I havent blogged in neerly a week! How did that happen? Sorry bowt that. I shall try to offer sum excewsis:

(1) Ferst reezon fer my absense is that I hav Been Spendin Sum Time Wiv Mulligan....

Daddy is off to Ireland tomorro an Mulligan is goin wiv him. Mulli is goin to retire at Granny Ireland's howse, cos he likes golf an so duzz she. Heez hopin to get a few rownds in. Heez also hopin fer soda bred an hunny. So enyway. Heez goin along to chek owt her golf bag an see if it haz a Small Bear compartment. (That's a compartment for Small Bears, by the way. Not a small compartment for Bears. It issent the sayme thing.)

I've been tellin Mulligan all abowt Ireland, like the time I got kidnapt an run-over. This is reelly wy I don't go enymor. (Leest, not less Mummy is comin too, as she issent the wun hoo drops in roades an puddels an stuff like that, or herls me across rooms at grayte speed, all ov wich abewse Daddy flatly denys, ov corse. He sez I jumpt. Wich I did not.) Wayin it all up, Mulligan probly thinks heel be better off there, com to think ov it. An if the nephews start moovin in herds agen, he can jus go off to the golf corse. An it also meens it gets him away from Daddy's faymussly extrordineryly toxik sox (they disterb all rodents in a 30 mile raydius).

(2) The other reezon for my absense is that Mummy haz been Tryin To Doo Mor. This is her Plan B. Plan A waz Tryin To Eet Less. But she fownd this all but impossibol, maynely cos eetin is her best hobby, arfter sleepin. So she is now doin lots ov walkin insted, an this meens walkin away from the big button on the compewter that I need help pushin in befor I can blog.

She has walkt miles over the larst week. Sheez walkin into town nowadays insted ov goin on the bus. This is abowt 3 miles. Then she walks all arownd town and even in the big shops too- this is cos there is a notiss on the eskalayters sayin that "Small Children Must Be carried" an she duzzent hav eny, so she haz to tayke the stairs insted.

At leest I occayzunelly get sumthing owt ov theez hikes. Yesterday I got this cunning Ginger Biskit, disgized as a Bear:

Wa-heyyy! He eevn haz PANTS!!!

...On the bak it sez he is a cool ted!

He eevn haz a choklit belly-button! HAHAHA!

Mmm nyumnyum nyummm.... kwite nibberly...

Hey! Wat the? I put it down fer 2 mitis an the torso's neerly gon! I bet Daddy haz sumthing to do wiv this!

Hehehee.... leest they left me the PANTS! Hahahaa...I feel an impreshun comin on...!

Ta-darrr! HAHAHA! Izit me or izit Littol Bayby Bear Bob Junior???

Ooops! LBBBJ dident like that! HAHA!

Ah.... jus the icing pants left, now! (Hey! The ownly time yu want ice-in-yer-pants!)

(sigh...) Yeah, I think I'll sayve this bit fer a wile!

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Votes

Thank yu all fer voting in my poll abowt wat I shud plarnt this yeer! The poll is still up there on the rite hand side ov this blog, so if yu havent votid, or if yu want to chaynge yer vote, or vote agen, pleez do! It will be up an runnin till the middol ov March, an I'll plarnt watever yu deside at the end ov March. Dilly sez she wants to plarnt sumthing pink an eevn if nowun votes for that she still will plarnt sumthing pink an she sed "Nerrr". Wat can I say? Dragons don't like rools.

Bye fer now!

*****update*****update*****update******update*****

Footboll waz canseld becoz it waz too foggy! Hey ho! So if yor bloo pants feel uncumfterbol yu can tayke them off! Wen yu do, wy not spin them arownd abuv yer hed on wun finger till they go whizzin off across the room? It's grayte fun! Speshly wen they land on yor sister's hed! Wa-hey!