SNOW!
Yesterday's scores:
- Gills: No
- Simpsons: No
- Tesco: Yes, mor riding in the trolley!
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid, dew to too menny snotty noses rownd heer.
- Overall Score: 7.532/10
I havent fergotten that I need to post sum 'catch up' bits, but I hav to show yu the snow weev had insted ferst!
It snowed alot on Saterday nite an we still hav lots an lots ov it. Sum peepol (spoyle sports mostly) hav cleerd snow off sum paths an stuff like that. But mostly it is still heer!
I had to get to werk on a snow bear, of corse!
Like larst year, I bilt him on the bench...
Hmmm.... perhaps sum pound coins for eyes...a nose? An Daddy's scarf!
Hmmm.Not shor abowt that scarf.
Wat cud I yews insted...
oh! I noe!
BLOO PANTS!!
HAHAHAHA!Sum ov the snow got on my nose.
It tickled!!
Meenwile Dilly mayde a snow duv, on top ov the berd taybol.
We layter had to remoov it as it was scaring the collared doves away. Talk abowt berd brained! Ha!I spied on Mummy from upstairs for a wile. She had disappeared owt the front garden. WAT the?
Oh! I see!
It's a snow CAT! Hehe!
She yewsd spaghetti for the wiskers.
An then she addid a scarf. Not bad, Mummy!Oh, an Dilly helpt too, I've been told to say.
Oh look, thare she is, helpin by sitting in the scarf.
Well! Enuff bilding! Time to try the Bob-Slay that Beanie mayde me!
Wa-heyyy!!
I went so fast in the end, it blurred the fotoes!
Scooter issent too keen on snow.
Mummy gave him a poo-tray to yews indoors so that he duzzent hav to go owt. But Scooter duzzent want to yews it. Funny, as his sister, Fluffy, yewst to PREFER a tray. But Scooter confided in me that he thinks it's a bit sissy an besides, how duz he mark the garden as being his if he duzzent do fresh poo in it?
SO Mummy cleerd a path for him, from the bak dor to his patch at the end of the garden.
He much appreeshiated this, and, after inspekting that she had dun it proply, he trotted along it kwite happily.Then he got bak to the sunny windowsill. He maykes a good sillooette agenst the snow duzzent he?
Soon he fell asleep in the sun, wich gets reelly warm throo the glass!
Heer he is yewzin his mowsie for a pillow.
Wen the sun has gon, his fayvrit playce is neer the fire. We had to put a gard in front of it cos he gets too close. He trys to push it owtta the way sumtimes-
Hav yu had snow?
Do yu like it?
Do yu hav a slay?
How do yu keep warm?
See ya!
