- Gills: yes, we playd Hereford (Full nayme: Load ov Bull Town) an got a not-a-loos, 0-0.
- Simpsons: yes! At larst! I haddent seen them for yonks!
- Tesco: no, an Mummy sneekt off to Waytrose agen.
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: Duzzent cownt cos it waz dark in thare so they dident reelly get me. /10
- Overall Score:7.6645/10
I've bin away. Well not away, like, but I've bin in-dispozed. Well, in a cubberd. The airing cubberd, to be preecise. Utherwise noan as The Thunder Shelter.
Weev bin havin thunder an stuff, see. An an an I don't like that type ov thing. An nor do lots ov the uther Bears, so I took them wiv me.
It duzzent meen weer not brayve, bein scared- we AR brayve; WEER BEARS for goodness sayke, an yu don't get Bears that arnt brayve. That wud be like snaykes that arnt slithery or or or trees that arnt woody. No! If yor not scared ov sumthing, yu don't NEED to be brayve, do yu? See? So we can be BOTH scared AND brayve. Witch is wat we wer.
Corse, pants help.
The airing cubberd had been cleard owt the day befor, an all the cleen lorndry had been put away. So Me an Blooberry sneekt owt in between flashes ov lytenin to bring in mergency pant supplys. Lukkily Daddy's pant dror issent too far away. We endid up wiv such a pant pile, sum ov the lads ar still in thare! Teehee!!!!
How's the wether bin ware yu ar?
Bye fer now!