Well heer I am, in Lincoln, an it haz been sunny an intrestin.
It's not reelly a hollyday. IBeati sed that it happend kwite suddenly for a hollyday. But it issent wun reelly, not for Mummy an Daddy, enyway! No. They are heer on a corse. They ar lernin things and then tomorro they hav a test.
But us Bears- oh yeah, an dragons (tsk!)- WE see it as a hollyday, cos we don't hav to do the corse or the test. We get to hang owt at the hotel all day, or stroll to the carsol an cathedral, nearby, an go investigaytin stuff.
In the eevnin we all go fer walks together. On Therzday thare is no mor corse or tests so we can awl go abowt together, investigaytin stuff sum mor.
On Sunday we went to see Julie, wich Dilly blogged abowt allreddy (wen she do that? I dident eevn see the compewter switcht on befor!). It waz grayte at Julie's. I got to meet Bertie Bear, hoo haz an ace bloo jumper.
Then on Munday Dilly had a berfday. Wish she AWLSO bloggd abowt. (WHAT the?? I must hav bin distraktid wiv the cayke......)
Note I say that she had A berfday, not HER berfday. This is becos she haz 2 berfdays a yeer. Like the Queen. She haz her hatchday, wich is the ferst Munday in April, then she haz "wagon day", wich is 23rd April. Or, St George's day, to thoze ov us hoo ar still the matching-socks side of insanity. (Sigh.)
I will pop in again an put sum fotoes on heer for yu. In the meentime, think ov cobbol-stone roades, steep hills an the biggest cathedral yu can imagin. Oh! An a littol ginger cat livs nex dor to this hotel. A fakt wich Mummy, ov corse, thinks is the best bit ov awl.