Intermishun

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I think I mite be gettin throo to the green fella, and today I am drorin up a list ov rools for him to sine an agree to. Arfter that, I shall keep a close eye on him- and the pants. Mor on that layter. Meenwile, Blue haz given me an award!!!! HURRAY! So I thort I wud nip in heer an share that wiv yu!

Heer it is. It's the Sweet Friends Award. It's a bit pink, but haz a nice cayke on it.
Now I've got to List 10 things that make you happy and try to do one today.
Okeydokes. I'll hav a sit an a scratch an see wat I can come up wiv......

1. Pants. Speshly frolicking of. Yeah, I rekkon I will do this today.
2. Cayke. Speshly carrot cayke. An Barnarnana cayke. Yum!
3. Pokkit treats. Like choklit peanuts. Or fudge. The best thing abowt fudge is that yu can leev it in yor pokkit for weeks. In fakt it jus gets better cos it gets crunchy.
   
4. Riding the trolley at Tesco's an showtin Yeeeeharrrrr!!!! wen we go parst grumpy peepol.
5. Playin wiv my push-push car.
6. Investigayting stuff. Like, spying on the naybers, or settin up my Bob-cam.
7. I like it wen Gillingham gets a goal at football, cos then we all cheer an do a darnse, an-
8. I'm an ace darnser an like to get down an strut my funky stuff. Darnsin maykes me happy cos yu carnt be sad an darnse. Unless yor old, like Daddy. Most daddys ar sad darnsers.
   
9. Sharin tea wiv Daddy. He duzzent tayke shoogar eny mor, but he puts it in on wun side an I drink from that side an he drinks from the uther.
10. Maykin snowbears.

OK that's it. Now I'm ment to parss the award on to 10 peepol hoo mayke me smile. Well, evrywun hoo reeds my blog maykes me smile. I smile at the thort ov yu taykin time owt to catch up wiv wat I'm up to. See I'm smilin rite now. So I am parssin the award on to all ov yu. Pleez tayke it an put it on yor blog. Eevn if yu havent got time to do the list of 10 things, tayke a pic ov the award from me enyway. Ah go on. It's a pikcher ov a cayke, arfter all, an that will mayke yu smile wenever yu look at it :@}

CAYKE!!! (At larst!!!)

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid dew to very caykey nozes/10
• Day Score: 7ish /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Hurray!!! We wer finerly abol to hav Chuck's goin away tea!!!!

Mummy bort this cayke speshly. It's called a Battenburg Cayke!! It's mayde from layers ov pink spunge an layers ov yello spunge, all stuk together wiv jam, an then cuverd in marzipan!!! WA-HEY!!

Sam had never seen enything like it befor an it mayde him giggol!

Thare waz plenty for evrywun, if they wer kwik enuff

Chuck seems to hav got a tayste for marzipan. It's the ferst time he taystid it since the Crismoss cayke an he went a bit mad.

I avoydid the pink bits.... the yello bits wer best... mnyum mnyum mnyum...

Dilly prferd the pink bits. Sheez so prediktabol.

Erm....
Chuck wassent that fussy:
"Ruwowwwowwwwrrrrrrooowwrrrrr!!!"

Arfterwoods, they showd us Chuck's shoppin:I think Dilly's bloggin abowt that.
I wassent that intrestid in wagon shoppin, to be onnist.
Thare dident seem to be enything Bearish or choklitty...

But then, just wen I thort he haddent got us enything,

he brort owt sum choklit bunnys!!!!

Ahhh.... heez allrite, reelly, that Chuck!
I'll miss 'im.

Unfortchewitly I carnt miss 'im till tomorro, cos his playne waz canseld. Heez on anuther wun, tomorro, now. Thare's a taxi pikkin him up at 9 to tayke him to the airport. Spekt Dilly will want my fotografy skills to capcher the moment. Hey ho. Meenwile I better keep an eye on them. Don't want them goin awol agen. My beads carnt stand the stress.

Bye fer now!

Canterbeary

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: they wuddent play cos they sed I akewsd Sam ov cheetin. Wich I did. But so did he. So thare.
  
• Day Score:7 ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Ritey-ho! It haz tayken longer than I sed to get bak to yu wiv theez pikchers, becos theez wuns wer on Daddy's camra, an we cuddent find it!

Then, arfter we did find it, we fownd Daddy engrosst in a compewter gayme ov the Tour De France. Baysikly yu watch a bysikol rayce. Wich is not that eggsytin at the best ov times, if yu arsk me, an that's wen yu watch it on telly an hav adverts to look forward to. But never mind. It jus ment the pewter waz tyed up for a bit.

So! Larst weekend wen we wer at Granny's, Mummy sed, "Let's go to Canterbeary!" an so we ayte our lunch an then awl piled into the car: Me, Dilly, Daddy, Mummy, an Unkol Roy, Mummy's littol bruther.

Canterbeary is abowt 40 minits away from Granny's so Mummy had a nap on the way. An the way bak. She offen duzz that in cars. I'm a tad worreed cos I keep overheerin them tolkin abowt her lernin to drive.

Enyway, ferst I went along to say Wa-Heyy! to the Archbishop an his gaggle ov Bishops....

I arskt if they had enny Toblerone left but they sed they had scofft the lot errlier in the day becos they had to go to Cherch tonite. (If yu mist my explanayshun ov the link between Bishops an Toblerones, yu can reed it heer!)

Then me an Dilly went explorin.... heer's the Cathedral gayte-Corse, Dilly was all eggsytid cos Jesus was green....This is the cathedral. We dident go inside cos thare wer alot ov boys in dresses doin posh singin. Yu kno, the type whare it goze all hi an yu carnt understand wat they're sayin so they keep repeetin it. (No, I don't meen Sting.)
Thare is lots ov old stuff in Canterbeary (eevn wen Daddy issent thare HAAAAAAHAHAHA). This waz the top bit ov a howse-Evrywun taykes pikchers ov theez wuns-

Mor importantly, I fownd the best shop in the city-In fakt, Bears wer evrywhare! Heer ar sum nortikol types-They had a wee Pirate Bear wiv them. I told him I'd been to see The Pirates Of Penzance wen I waz on holiday an arskt if he knew it. He sed, "Aaaarrrrrh!" an winkt. Well, I THINK he winkt. It's hard to tell wen heez got an eyepatch on.This Bear sed he waz calld Sheerlock arfter Sheerlock Holmes.I arskt him if he liket to watch that medicol seereez on telly calld House, cos I rekkon sum ov that is Sheerlock Holmesy. House haz a doktor frend but he iz calld Wilson not Watson. An heez allways solvin cayse. AN he livs at number 221b! He confermd it! It IS baysed on Sheerlock Holmes! An he sed that this is wy, if yu look closely, thare is offen a Bear in Wilson's offiss. That's wun ov this Bear's cuzzins, parrently.
Arfter our tor we awl went off to find sum tea an cayke. This pub had a nice Celticky swirly thing goin on on this bit. I posed next to it in onnor ov my noze. See that dayte? I explaynd to Dilly that it ment the pub waz older than sum countrys. She sat an thort abowt that for a long, long time an I waz pleezd abowt that cos it ment I cud hav my tea in peece.

Bye fer now!,

I'm a Berfday Bear!!!!!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

WA-HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's me berfday! Hurrraayy!!!!!!! HEHEHEHE!

We had a grayte time at Granny's an got bak very layte larst nite. I fownd that the postbear had brort me a berfday card allreddy! Look!!!

It's from PHYTHEAS BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW!!! Thanks, Phyth!

On the way home it waz dark but I still cowntid 27 bunnys along the grarss verdges an in the fields we parst. I think they must be a speshol speesheez: the Essex Nite Bunny. I like bunnys, I do.

Enyway! I waz a bit too eggsytid to sleep much larst nite, so I had a lie-in wiv Mummy. Wen we got up, look wat waz waytin for me!!!!
Lotz ov pressies!!! Wa-heyy!

Weer havin a berfday tea in a littol wile, an Mummy Windowsill Bear is maykin caykes! I'm maykin a berfday video an I hope I can post it on heer tomorro.

Till then, I hav to go- Grayum's gonna put sum James Brown on, an I gotta go get down an boogaloolah.

Bye fer now!!!!!!!!!!!

Holiday log part 1: Holiday Food...yum!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 - me an Sam got a combined attak on Mummy HUZARR! /10
• Day Score: 6.6379842/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We travold down to the New Forest larst Sunday a bit layter than we plannd cos we wer exsytid over me bein menshund on the raydio in the mornin. Then it startid snowin an we hung abowt till it stopt. We got to the bed & brekferst playse abowt 6 o clok: It was calld The Cottage Lodge. Sum ov it waz bilt in the 17th sentry owt ov old ship wood, so I waz careful to chek owt our room for spiders cos Mummy duzzent like them. I dident find eny so she cayme in.

We wer starvin an the laydy in charge gayve us tea an cayke as soon as we arrivd! It was yum an went down too farst for a foto. That eevnin we went to a pub calld The Forester's Arms (don't kno wat happend to his legs) an we ate prorns an fishcaykes, an me an daddy shared a beer an a cheezecayke:
The nex day we went explorin an this means lots ov drives an strolls. It waz cold an must hav been snowin befor we got thare cos we fownd sum snowmen in the woods, eevn tho there waz no mor snow left on the grownd. Heer's a punk wun:

We drove to a town calld Lyndhurst an wen we wer waytin at the trafiik lites, look at the lorry that drew up nex to us!!!!!-WOW! It's a cayke an biskit truk!! Follo that truk, Daddy!!!!!
HEHEHE! We tryd but we lost him. Hey ho!

We did find a proper old fashund sweet shop tho, wiv lots ov diffrent sweets all in jars, an a "pik an mix" shelf.... Mummy sneekt a foto inside wen the laydy wassent lookin. The shelvs wer like this all rownd the shop. It smelt reelly nice in there, like hunny:
In the eevnin we went to a Indian Restrornt calld The Dynasty wich we thort wud be a Chineez Restrornt, coz they yewzly hav naymes like that. Dilly likes eny currys tho, speshly hot wuns...

Theez types ov eeterys ar good as they yewzly hav dim lytin an pot plarnts in the corners. My inside beads don't cope well wiv hot curry, so I mayde full yuws ov the corner fasillyties:On Chewsday we did mor explorin an endid up at a playse calld Buckler's Hard wich I think is a bit of a weird nayme. It's a villidge rownd a dok, whare Nelson had sum ov his ships bilt. Thare is a mewseum an stuff, an old cottidges. An cayke! This waz a yummy shortbred wiv toffee an choklit on top:Heer's me wiv a Visitor Informayshun Bear. He waz on his tea brayke:Daddy tuk me an Mummy's pikcher neer a big anker. Ankers ar wat they yewst to yewz to stop ships befor they inventid the Stop Button.

We wer too tyerd to go owt to dinner that nite but gess wat? We fownd a layte nite Tesco in the town! Wa-heyy! So we bort choklit, salad, sossidges, dips an crakers, an had a piknik in our room on the bed wile watchin House on TV. It waz grayte! We Bears jus sat abowt in the nuddy.

On Wenzday we went for long long walks in the woods. I'll tell yu mor abowt that tomorro. But enyway, we stoppt off for tea an carrot cayke! Mummy sed it waz the best carrot cayke she had ever taystid, but Daddy sed the wun she maykes is better. I think he is jus hopin she will mayke wun soon. She hassent yet an weev been bak for 4 days.

The larst day waz Therzday an we had a slow drive home. We stopt off at a pub calld The Royal Oak an Mummy sed it shuddent hav a nice English nayme like that, cos they dident serve tea. They did sell coffee or choklit, but she wontid tea. So she waz a bit mifft bowt that.

Meenwile.... hullo! Hoo is THIS, walkin into the pub???????

What the?? Is is HARRY? Is it STANLEY??? Hoo the??? C'mon guys, own up! Was it yu? Or do yu hav a cuzzin rownd theez parts????

Well..... I..... er.....

I did PLAN to trak him down an arsk, but I got a bit sidetrakt. The local ale waz luvvvvly....

Wayte.... there's anuther drop in there... I can see it! I can see it!

Ufff......... Mummmmmmmmmyyyyyyy........ let me get in yor bag for a nap...

HEHEHE!

Bye fer now!