Sellybraytin Daddy's berfday

HULLO-NOT-A-BEARS!

Blogger still won't let me post wiv my yewzyual formattin, hence the absence ov my daily scores an stuff. Hurrumpff!

But at leest I can do fotoes today! So heer ar sum from sellybraytin Daddy's berfday, wich waz Saterday, but we startid by taykin him owt to a Jazz Consert on Fryday nite. I went along too an did sum grand jiving an boogeying on down, an had a sip ov the old man's beer. Wa-heyy!!

Heer ar the cards we gayve him.

This wun is from Mummy. She mayde it. It's a bit soppy:
This is from me. I mayde it by my own paw. It's a pant frolick!
This is from awl the uther Bears! They mayde it. It's a piknik! (that's me in the bottom rite corner.)
This is from granny:
This is from Arnty Fiona an her famlie. They mayde it. It's from Dorothy too cos she had got thare by then. If yu look closely yu can see whare they startid owt by drorin a pikcher ov me, then chaynged theyer minds an did a Gillingham badge insted. Maybe they dident think they cud fully capcher my hansumness:
This is from Dilly. She mayde it. She chewd owt the party hats herself:

Heer ar the choklits that I've been helpin Daddy eet. They ar mayde heer in Colchester. The box iz full but this Bear shapet wun is best. (Altho the marzipan nutty wuns come a close secund).This waz my present for Daddy. It's a pad ov payper mayde from resykeld poo. HAHAHAHA!Heer is Dilly's present.It's a cupol ov berd comicks that she fownd on Etsy.Heer is wat the Windowsill Bears gayve him. It's a gide book to woods in the East ov England so he is never cort short.Heer is wat Sam an Grayum gayve gayve him. It's a gide to leeves, so he will be abol to lern wich do the best wipes.Heer is wat Nessie gayve him. It's a gide book to wild flowers but he hewmerd Nessie an sed he waz shor it wud come in yewsfoll.Mummy bort him sum books but they wer pritty boring so I dident bother wiv a foto.

Then we went to Granny's howse an ate coffee an walnut cayke! It waz scrum. That went TOO FARST for a foto!

Then on Sunday we went for a drive in the country. It waz hot so I sat in the bak wiv Granny. This left Dilly to navigayte so we endid up at this pub:Apparently this yewst to be a farm howse an had ownly been a pub since 1711 so not long then. This fella at the bar had been waytin to be served since 1842. He had been a boy wen he ferst got heer.Theez flowers hanging all over the seelling ar from the hops they mayke the beer from. The beer waz kwite taysty.....Wayte! I can still see sum in thare, rite at the bottom...Earrrghhh.....
Ufff....I had a tad too mutch, Mummy!We had a nice lunch. Granny had roast chicken, Mummy had sum sort ov veggie tart thing, an Daddy an me had scampi an chips.It took a wile to arrive but we had sum grayte chattin! Then we had dessert. Scrum! Rarzbry cheezcayke:...an choklit cayke wiv creem...We got home larst nite an wer reelly poopt. I don't meen we pooed our pants, I meen we wer ded tyerd.

Today, Daddy went bak to werk, but this is his larst week cos skool brakes up for summer on Fryday. Wa-hey!!!

I hope Dorothy is enjoying Cornwall. She wud hav liket that cheezcayke.

Bye fer now!

Pootling on....

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well we rang Arnty Fiona on Tchewsday nite to chek Dorothy had got thare ok an she had! An then Dorothy cayme to the fone an sed hello an sed that she waz eetin cayke allreddy! So she waz ok! They just had time for snaks an then they all got in the car to drive to Cornwall.

It will hav tayken them 12 hours to get thare so they drove throo the nite. They will be thare for 2 weeks an will be on a boat for wun ov them. Dorothy is hoping they can go fishing. I hope they hav a life vest her size!

Now I kno she is ok I feel a bit better but I do miss her. She waz allrite, she waz.

Enyway. A Bear's life goze on... like, yesterday we went to Ipswich. I skweezd wun owt the windo as we drove parst the football grownds thare. Wa-heyy! Put that on yor penalty spot! We had a good browse rownd sum shops an me, Mummy an Dilly did sum important shoppin becos it's Daddy's berfday on Saterday.

His main present is tomorro nite wen we ar taykin him owt sumware but he duzzent kno whare an weer not tellin him till weer in the car. Hehehe!!! He did try to tickol-tortcher the informayshun owt ov me, but bein a trayned spy I waz abol to withstand his inikwituss efforts. An I told him if he dident stop I'd wee on him. Hehehe!!!

Thank yu for all yor messidges, by the way. I'm goin to try to visit yu all soon.

Bye for now!

Daddy's Berfday!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but I think they must be dew to do sum praktiss gaymes soon.
• Simpsons: yes, an Family Guy, too, wich waz a bit rood!!!!
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid till we kno wether Daddy haz a cold or not /10
• Day Score: 7.83926/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wow! It waz bizzy bizzy bizzy rownd heer this week, as it waz Daddy's berfday yestaday, an he is at leest 145 yeers old (Bear yeers.) We had to get presents organized an evrything. Mummy still dident kno wat to get larst Munday, but in the end she orderd a camra off the internet.

We all kept paws crosst that it wud get heer in time. It did, but they nokt on the dor wen Mummy waz asleep. SO they left it at the Post Offiss fer us to pik up. BUT! They left it at the RONG Post Offiss, an dident tell us.

So we all went to the uther wun an it wassent thare. Panik!!! In the end, wen we venchewly fownd owt whare it had gon, we had to get Daddy to drive us thare an get it, cos it was so far away. He wantid to kno WY he had to go thare an WAT IT WAZ but we cuddent tell him. He eevn thretend tickol torcher, but I warnd him that it mite mayke me wee on the seat. HAHA!

In the end it waz all all rite. Heer's wat he got in the end, yestaday mornin:As yewsual, my present waz the best. Heer it is. Wat a fantastik book!:Daddy had to go to werk. The Windowsill Bear Family, normally ownly down off the Windowsill on days that start with "T", wer allowd down cos it waz an allmost orspishus occayshun. We all had a grayte day watchin pants go rownd in the washin masheen:

Daddy took caykes an choklits to werk wiv him to share. He shared them so well he brort nun ov them home agen! But Mummy arraynged for a Banoffee Pie!!!! He we ar, chekkin it owt. If yu care abowt yor Daddy, yu shud allways offer to tayste test his dizzerts.LBBBJ is missin from that larst foto as he had gon off to fetch mor creem. I;m shor yu'll agree, thare jus wassent enuff on it allreddy. But we calld him bak for the groop foto- it's a littol blurrd cos he ownly jus got thare-Mummy mayde us eet dinner ferst, wich waz fish rapt in ham wiv roaste veggies. I mannidged to hide sum ov mine under a cushon so that I had enuff room for the pie.

Meenwile, Daddy went a bit gruff. At ferst we thort it waz his Berfday pint ov beer, but it seems he mite hav a cold coming. I'm on emergensy tishoo-ishooing call-owt this eevnin.

I better go now. I've got messidges to chek an arnser..... I'm a bizzy Bear!!!

Bye fer now!