Cleenin up
Yesterday's scores:
- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no, an weer gettin seeriosly low on cow-joose. Daddy even sneekt the UHT stuff in Mummy's tea, so that he'll hav enuff ov the reel stuff left fer his brekfast in the mornin.
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy /10
- Day Score: 6.8/10
WOW I dident get to log on yestaday at all.
Yewgzerly Mummy logs me on an then leeves me to it. But she had wun ov her sleepy days.
Weer not shor wy she haz theez. Akchewly, she did manage to stay awake fer 3 hours, wich issent bad. But dewrin that tyme she desydid that it waz a Cleenin Day an so washt the floor behind the uven wher the mowse livs. (Now it all smells like Lavender flavour Dettol, so I hope the mowse is gerly, or we mite hav a mowse riot on our hands.)
Enyway, all that moppin wor her owt agen an finisht her fer the day. It waz then down to The Bear to soopervize. So wile she waz doin this-
I took over the dustin. I wrap the duster rownd me bum an go wheeeeeeeeeee! It's grayte fun!-
An Dilly helpt Daddy vacewm. Dilly lykes doin this cos she thinks that the vacewm is a dragon that livs in the cayve under the stairs. So she lykes to ryde along on its bak. Never mind. It gets her to help, so I'm not sayin enythin.
Dewrin the vacewmin, they nokt over our biggest pot plarnt, George, hoo has now had to hav a nayme change to "Twiggy". This proovs that eevn indors, Bears mayke betta navigaytors than croco-wagons.
Bye fer now!
