- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid dew to thunderry wether- it waz hot hot hot an muggy all day, an Mummy had a bad hedayke, so I jus KNEW it waz coming.
- Day Score: poo/10
WELL!!! Arfter the luvly smiley wa-heyy! things I posted abowt the uther day, I now hav 4 things that REELLY MAYDE ME GROWL! I may be a cewt 8inch Bear, but I do ferroshus, too, yu kno, an yesterday sumthing happend that reelly mayde me growl. AN stamp my foot. An that's well seeriuss.
So gess wat happend. Or rarther, wat dident.....
That's rite! THE WASHIN MASHEEN DIDENT TERN UP!!!
An I had handid owt all thoze invitayshuns for a freshly-lornderd-pant party. HURRUMPFF!
NOW they say it will come tomorro.
POO. That's all I can say: POO. POO to them wiv flys on it.
NEXT! It thunderd- for abowt 4 or 5 hours, it jus went rownd an rownd an rownd us from abowt 9 larst nite till early mornin.
Mummy had the kertens open an wun ov the flashes went strate down behind the howse akross the roade an mayde us jump! I dived under my emergensy-hug-pants (number wun pair) an the uther Bears held me. I am brayve. I AM.
NEXT! Gess wat that pillock nex dor did this mornin? He cut his tree down! It was a reelly reelly big silver birch tree. Newton, the robin, yewst to sit on the top twig, cos that waz the hyest bit arownd heer, an he yewst to do his song.
We don't like peepol hoo ar narsty to trees. He cut bak wun ov ours the uther week, wen we wer at Granny's. He dident eevn yews a sor, an wun ov the branches haz a tare in it now.
POO ON HIM TOO.
Wiv EXTRA flys on it.
An finerly, sumthing REELLY not fair! I want to go an see the new Batman film but Mummy sez I'm too littol. NO FAIR! She duzzent understand. I'm an internashnol agent. I need to do reserch all the time. Speshly bowt sooperheeroes. An thare is stuff I need to kno- like, can Catwooman lik her own bottom like real cats do????
Oh, this will never do! I need to say sumthing happyer than theez things befor I go.
Oooh! I kno! Mrs Nesbitt sent Mummy a parsol! She sent her sum rubber stamps to mayke mor things wiv!
Mummy waz asleep wen the Postbear cayme, an me an Daddy took the parsol up to her. She waz all happy to see it, an then went bak to sleep. Layter on, she sed she drempt abowt the parsol, an sed that Harry waz in her dreem, sendin her stuff an drinkin tea wiv her an havin a chat.
I do worry abowt her sumtimes!
Bye fer now!