GOTTIM!!!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10- got Granny! /10
• Overall Score: 7.11165/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

We got home larst nite from Granny's howse.

I had left the uther Bears wiv a bloo-print ov a cunning trap I had devized for the Alien, and, as it waz a trap so cunning it cud hav wun a Cunning Prize from Oxford University, it werkt!!!!

Enyway, heer iz the bloo-print I drew for my Bear Speshol Akshun Skwod:


An heer iz the result! Ta-dar!!!GOTCHA!!!!!!!!!!
OK.
Now wat I am goin to do is keep him in the trap an DO HIM A GOOD TALKING TO.
I hope that wunce he noes the rools ov the howse it will be ok. Partikewlarly the rools on pant distribewshun. He is so hyper, I had to trap him ferst to mayke him be still long enuff to lissen to me, yu see.

ONNISTLY! Sum speesheez! They ar so attenshun-seeking! Pah!

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(Mummy sez she is serprized the Alien's pant-steeling antiks needed to be kertayled at all, as she thort he wud be mor at home wiv Daddy's soks, given that they too ar an Alien speesheez.)

( I think she waz bein a bit cheeky.)

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We ar heer for this week an then bak to Granny's for next week. We ar doin a wun week thare, wun week heer sort ov thing, so that Mummy can still keep an eye on Granny an help her wiv stuff. Daddy sez he reelly misses Mummy wen she is not heer, but I rekkon he haz a good frolik, judging by the amount ov his clothes that ar on the flor. Ha!

Just a kwik note, this.

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: yes, we got a not-a-loos wiv Walsall, wich I thort waz in Poland.
  
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! haha! /10
• Overall Score: 7.565103/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I just popt in to say thank yu for the messidges an also for the awards (wow! I hav awards!) an I will attend to them mor proply wen I get bak- we ar off to Granny's for a few days...

-then we come bak heer for a few days, an THEN we ar goin to the New Forrest for a long weekend. So bizzy bizzy!!!!

We ar taykin Zed bak home today. To be onnist weel miss the littol fella, altho he is a full time job, watchin that he duzzent get in trubbol. I fownd him "investigaytin" the washin barsket this mornin. He cayme owt rinklin up his nose. Must hav been investigaytin sum ov Daddy's derty soks, if the way he rubbd his nose into the carpet is enything to go by. Por lad! Haha!

Mummy's tummy seems better but sheez bein silly cos I got told off for nuthin an it issent fair. She sed I had to wash my paws befor dinner an all I did waz explayne that it wassent nessassary cos I waz yewzin a spoon not my paws an enyway eevn if thare WER dert an germs on my paws (wich thare wassent, cos I lickt them) they wernt goin to walk down the handol ov the spoon wer they? But she sed yu had to wash yor hands befor dinner enyway! So I wacht to see if she ate hers wiv her hands an she dident! So I sed "Thare! See? Yu yewsd a fork! NOT yor hands!" but she still rekkons I dident win the argewment.

Mummys ar so illogikol sumtimes. Thare shud be a playce whare mummys can all on hollyday together an do poyntless stuff together an leev the rest ov us alone, like puttin on jumpers wen yor not cold, washin yor paws befor dinner an cleenin yor teeth in the mornin eevn wen yu dident hav a midnite snak.

Hey ho. Bye for now!