- Gills: nope; probly in the pub
- Simpsons: yes!
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
- Day Score: 7.3777777777770000001/10
Weev still got custody ov the pants today so we bilt a camp. We yewsd a stool that Daddy mayde wen he waz at skool, a long long long time ago. An we piled up the pants iver side to mayke pant walls an layd sum across the top for the roof. Grayum sed that it waz like a thatched cottidge, exsept that it waz crotched, not thatched. This joke kept Grayum amewsd for hours.
We had tea in the camp an Ginger Biccies, wich wer yum:
Meenwile, Mummy dyed her hair. She dyed it brown. It's alreddy brown, but she dyed it brown so that all the wite wuns cud hide.
I told her that this waz cheetin an that she shud reelly leev it an see wat it duzz an how much ov it will go wite. Utherwise how will we ever kno? If she left it she wud find owt wat she reelly lookt like. It mite be cool. Like a badger.
Weer goin into town tomorro on the bus wiv her. Yewzerly me or Dilly goze wiv her in her bag (we tuk down an hide so we don't hav to pay the bus fare jhee jhee jhee.) Sumtimes I see anuther Bear on the bus, peekin owt ov a bag. I don't always say hullo, in cayse I blow his cuver.
Enyway, larst week Mummy went off withowt us an wen she tryd to come home, she got on the rong bus. She needed a Number 1. She got on a 64A. Wich issent eevn slitely close, is it? She sed, it waz the sayme culler. D'oh! So this time weer both goin wiv her. Hoo knoze whare sheel end up utherwise. She mite get miles an miles away, an hav to eet all the choklit she bort on the long trek bak. Jus carnt tayke the risk!!!
Bye fer now!