Jus pootlin'

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: yes... we lost! To Port Vale, wich issent eevn a playse. An they're bottom ov the leeg so it's reelly hewmillyaytin. Poo.
  
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes- we ran owt ov cow joose
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.3411111117603/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Not much hapnin here today.

Mummy haz gon on anuther diet.

She haz been doin lots ov walkin cos she is doin a charity run in May. Arfter she syned up, she rememberd that for the larst 25 yeers she haz ownly ever run wen the bus pulls away erly; an she thort "Oh blarst!". Ever since then she is tryin to run agen.

So far there has bin walkin, walkin very kwikly, walkin very kwikly wearin sports gear, an abowt 30 seconds ov wat horses call "canterin" (wen she needed to get to the Kemist an it waz clozin).

The result arfter the ferst munth is that she is hevier, not smaller or fitter. Hence the new diet.

It's seerius. Sheez got a new book an evrything. "I'm goin to do it!" she sez, "Just yu wayte an see!" So that's wat weev bin doin today, waytin an watchin, praktissin for wen we can see:

Hey ho!

I carnt do the charity run wiv Mummy cos it's for gerls ownly. But Dilly is goin to do it! That's if she ever finishes "inkewbaytin" her Eester egg.

(Sam waz a bit nervoss abowt that. Then I explaind that "inkewbaytin" had nuthin to do wiv "Bear baytin" an he seemd to carm down arfter that.)

Bye fer now!