Heroes an nittin an mowntenuss pants!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: YAY!! We did a 'frendly' match wiv Braintree (full nayme: "Tree Dwelling Scum hoo carnt spell 'Brian'") an we got a 1-1 not-a-looz. BUT!!! I got to sit rite neer my all time hero, Andy Hesentaylor, hoo is thayer manager, an a player was sittin thayer too, he waz calld Iffy. It was grayte to sit wiv my heroes!!!!!
  
• Simpsons: No, Granny duzzent like them. But I hav startid to press the red button an record them, an then I'm goin to sneek downstairs at nite an watch them wiv the uther Bears, perhaps wiv sum scooby snaks.
• Tesco: No. Disgraceful! I am gettin withdroral symptoms from lak ov trolley-riding.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid- Mummy is kwite snotty laytely.
• Overall Score: 9.8/10- purely cos I got to sit wiv my heroes at footie!

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Sorry for blog delay. Tons ov stuff to do heer.

We had thunder storms, too, so I spent a wile under a pile ov pants. A veritabol mownten, akchewally, ov pants. Yu can never be overpantayshus in a thunderstorm, I find.

-An it waz kwite nice in thare. I waz considering hollowing owt a permanant cave dwelling motif in them. But then Mummy cayme to put them away. HA! I stufft them AWL into Daddy's pant dror an got in. For days, they both had to come to me an hav theyer pants ISHOOED. It waz grayte. I like bein an ishooer. I like bein the Keeper Ov The Pants, too. Then today, Mummy trikt me owt ov the dror an took awl her pants bak wile I wazzent looking......

Enyway! Look wat my Granny nittid for me!!

Do ya think I'm sexy? WA-HEY!

Mummy is teeching herself to croshay, yu see, an arskt Granny to show her how to nit, as well. Mummy sed nitting looks harder, so sheel stik to croshay. Granny sed, ok, but I'm nitting Bob a jumper....

Dit's a pullover. They call it dat cos yu pull it over yer fayce. It's still hot heer, so I won't be waring it mutch yet.

Bye for now!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pilot Bears!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No, theyer on hollyday
  
• Simpsons: No
• Tesco: No
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 /10
• Overall Score: 6.83691/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I hav fownd a grayte video on YouTube! It's a pilot Bear hoo flys off wiv sum frends to go fishing, then flys home agen wiv a Harley. Fantastik! It's a abowt 5 minets long, so get yer cuppa tea reddy an gather yor Bears!!



I hope yu enjoyd that!

We had thunder today, so we had to race off an spend sum time in the thunder shelter. The rain was so hevy for a wile yu cud barely heer the thunder! Mummy sed Mr Scooter sat on the windowsill an meowed at it. He was not a happy Not-A-Bear, I can tell yu. Heez got into a rooteen nowadays that largely involves sunbathing, an feline types ar not the type that like theyer rooteens interruptid!

Enyway, arfter the thunder, it waz nice to hav a good movie to show the littler Bears. Thunder is a hevy thing wen yor small, yu noe.

Hav yu had eny thunder, or seen eny good films laytely??

OK to come owt now!

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: yes, we playd Hereford (Full nayme: Load ov Bull Town) an got a not-a-loos, 0-0.
  
• Simpsons: yes! At larst! I haddent seen them for yonks!
• Tesco: no, an Mummy sneekt off to Waytrose agen.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: Duzzent cownt cos it waz dark in thare so they dident reelly get me. /10
• Overall Score:7.6645/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

I've bin away. Well not away, like, but I've bin in-dispozed. Well, in a cubberd. The airing cubberd, to be preecise. Utherwise noan as The Thunder Shelter.

Weev bin havin thunder an stuff, see. An an an I don't like that type ov thing. An nor do lots ov the uther Bears, so I took them wiv me.

It duzzent meen weer not brayve, bein scared- we AR brayve; WEER BEARS for goodness sayke, an yu don't get Bears that arnt brayve. That wud be like snaykes that arnt slithery or or or trees that arnt woody. No! If yor not scared ov sumthing, yu don't NEED to be brayve, do yu? See? So we can be BOTH scared AND brayve. Witch is wat we wer.

Corse, pants help.

The airing cubberd had been cleard owt the day befor, an all the cleen lorndry had been put away. So Me an Blooberry sneekt owt in between flashes ov lytenin to bring in mergency pant supplys. Lukkily Daddy's pant dror issent too far away. We endid up wiv such a pant pile, sum ov the lads ar still in thare! Teehee!!!!

How's the wether bin ware yu ar?

Bye fer now!

Taykin Dorothy to Granny's

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes: took Dorothy on her ferst ride on a shoppin trolley. She liket it. Her fayvrit part ov the shop waz ware the biskits ar, wich she calls cookies.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Still hav to teech Dorothy this gayme/10
• Overall Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

The weekend waz grayte!
It waz very hot an at ferst it waz too hot for us to sit up frunt in the car. So heer we ar, all strappt in in the bak. Henri is in the foto cos he waz goin home to Granny's.On the way to Granny's thare waz a big traffik jam. At ferst Dorothy thort this ment taysty snaks, so I had to explain to her that it ment sittin in traffik watchin the heat-monitor on the dashbord cos Daddy's car overheats if it has to sit a long time an then it goze smokey.

Then Daddy had a grayte idea- "Let's just go up that roade over thare an see whare it goze!" he sed. An we endid up at Brentfords Park. It is 215 acres of grassland an woods. Dorothy waz pleezd to see the woods.
We went runnin rownd an rownd an playd Hide-An-Seek-Der-Bear! Heer Mummy cort us on camra just as we wer runnin past her:We rang Granny to say we wud be layte, an stoppt thare for tea...The park waz on a hill an yu cud see London from it. Heer Dorothy is lookin at the Millenium Dome in London. I hav drorn an arro poyntin to it.

We went for a walk a spottid sum deer. Yu can jus see them in the field behind us heer...Heer they ar!Dorothy arskt if peepol huntid them.
No! No! No! Thare is no huntin, heer!She waz relleevd. "Not eevn Bears?" she arskt.
No, ESPESHLY not Bears, I told her.Inside the visitor sentor they had a hive full ov beez. It waz all behind glass so yu cud see them! We Bears find beez fassinaytin. Bears like beez cos they mayke our hunny.We wunderd how they get in! Then we spottid this tewb, leedin from owtside to the hive! Yu can see the beez' bellys!They had uther stuff too. Like theez tadpoles. Mummy rekkons theez gro into frogs! She maykes me larff sumtimes!!!Look at the size ov this cone, Stanley! I bet yu'd like to chew that!Dilly waz mostly intrestid in the exampols ov berd nests they had:We herd on the raydio that the traffik jam had cleerd, so we got bak to drivin to Granny's.
To get to Granny's howse we hav to go over 2 bridges.
Heer is Dorothy watchin as we go over the ferst bridge, the Queen Elizabeth 2nd bridge, at Dartford:Heer we ar comin up to the secund bridge, the Sheppey Crossing:Heer we ar goin over the bridge an that land in frunt is the Isle ov Sheppey, whare Granny livs:It waz very hot an Dilly gayve up navvygaytin an startid barskin insted:Wen we got to Granny's Dorothy fownd Miss Fluffy sleepin under a chair cover. She waz a bit confewzd. She sed sheed never seen a hedless cat befor:Thare wer lots ov Bears at Granny's to meet an Dorothy had sum grayte chattin:This is Bean. He's ralaytid to Mr bean's Bear.Granny had sum speshly Bear sized tarts for us. I choze coconut an Dorothy had treacle. YUM!On Sunday Mummy cookt dinner for evrywun. We had chikn casseroll, bayked swede an dumplings. Skrum!I showd Dorothy the hat that Unkol Roy had sent from Mexico. Unkol Roy is werkin thare, as a teecher. He gayve Granny this sooveneer but it's too small for her. It generally fits Bears, tho, an Dorothy tryd it on:Dilly showd Dorothy rownd Granny's garden. She sez she wil put her own fotoes on her blog layter abowt it. Meenwile heer they ar spyin on Mr Scooter from behind the tomato plarnt:Heer they ar waytin for berds to come an eet from the berd feeders in the tree:Wen we got home we rememberd that wun ov Daddy's neffews haz a berfday this week, an we need to send a card.
Mummy arskt me to chooz owt ov lots ov a box ov cards that sheez mayde. I choze this wun:Dorothy agreed that the cat on the card duzz hav sum exslent pants. I wonder if I cud get her intrestid in a good pant frolik???

Mummy sez we shud try to teech Dorothy abowt the histry ov our town but I rekkon sheel get enuff lessons on her travels an wat she cud reelly do wiv is a good frolik!

I haff to go now cos it haz gon dark an is startin to thunder an so we Bears need to get upstairs to the pant cubberd er... I meen Thunder Shelter. Wich is ware brayve peepol go wen it thunders if they don't like thunder. But eevn tho they don't like it they ar still brayve. If yu wer never scared ov sumthing how wud yu kno yu wer brayve? See? So if yu don't like thunder it duzzent DUZZENT meen yor not brayve. An I am brayve enyway cos I'm a Bear.

Bye fer now!

Pooey Stuff (well, mostly).

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: serspendid dew to thunderry wether- it waz hot hot hot an muggy all day, an Mummy had a bad hedayke, so I jus KNEW it waz coming.
  
• Day Score: poo/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

WELL!!! Arfter the luvly smiley wa-heyy! things I posted abowt the uther day, I now hav 4 things that REELLY MAYDE ME GROWL! I may be a cewt 8inch Bear, but I do ferroshus, too, yu kno, an yesterday sumthing happend that reelly mayde me growl. AN stamp my foot. An that's well seeriuss.

So gess wat happend. Or rarther, wat dident.....

That's rite! THE WASHIN MASHEEN DIDENT TERN UP!!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

An I had handid owt all thoze invitayshuns for a freshly-lornderd-pant party. HURRUMPFF!

NOW they say it will come tomorro.

POO. That's all I can say: POO. POO to them wiv flys on it.

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NEXT! It thunderd- for abowt 4 or 5 hours, it jus went rownd an rownd an rownd us from abowt 9 larst nite till early mornin.

Mummy had the kertens open an wun ov the flashes went strate down behind the howse akross the roade an mayde us jump! I dived under my emergensy-hug-pants (number wun pair) an the uther Bears held me. I am brayve. I AM.

AM.

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NEXT! Gess wat that pillock nex dor did this mornin? He cut his tree down! It was a reelly reelly big silver birch tree. Newton, the robin, yewst to sit on the top twig, cos that waz the hyest bit arownd heer, an he yewst to do his song.

We don't like peepol hoo ar narsty to trees. He cut bak wun ov ours the uther week, wen we wer at Granny's. He dident eevn yews a sor, an wun ov the branches haz a tare in it now.

POO ON HIM TOO.

Wiv EXTRA flys on it.

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An finerly, sumthing REELLY not fair! I want to go an see the new Batman film but Mummy sez I'm too littol. NO FAIR! She duzzent understand. I'm an internashnol agent. I need to do reserch all the time. Speshly bowt sooperheeroes. An thare is stuff I need to kno- like, can Catwooman lik her own bottom like real cats do????

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Oh, this will never do! I need to say sumthing happyer than theez things befor I go.

Oooh! I kno! Mrs Nesbitt sent Mummy a parsol! She sent her sum rubber stamps to mayke mor things wiv!

Mummy waz asleep wen the Postbear cayme, an me an Daddy took the parsol up to her. She waz all happy to see it, an then went bak to sleep. Layter on, she sed she drempt abowt the parsol, an sed that Harry waz in her dreem, sendin her stuff an drinkin tea wiv her an havin a chat.

Harry

I do worry abowt her sumtimes!

Bye fer now!

Anuther pawtrayte! Wa-heyyy!!!!!! But thunder. Booo!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: yes, they had a frendly an beat Avery (wich I dident kno waz eevn a playce, I thort it waz a retirement home fer berds) 4 - 1. Our viktry waz probly dew to Mummy buyin 7 new pairs ov pants from Tesco's, an lettin me giv them a Sellabraytory Graduayshun Frolick all eevnin.
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes- pants! Still no washin masheen an Mummy is gettin nervuss abowt runnin owt. It helpt that I've serruptishly hidden sum as well. Jhee jhee jhee.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Zach, from Debbie's Bears haz posted this grayte pawtrayte ov me!Wat is reelly REELLY amayzin is that I akchewlly hav a jumper jus like this! Look!Wa-heyyy!

This is Zach, in the middol. He is sittin between Scrappy an Carly. I like their pet dog. (An don't worry, Scrappy an Zach, I kno jus wat it's like to hav a sister obesst wiv PINK!!!)I am very flatterd to hav all theez pawtraytes drorn ov me! It makes all me beads go tingly! Hehehehe!!!! Thanks, evrywun!

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This mornin we went into town an at ferst it was reelly hot an sunny. Thare wer lots ov peepol owt shoppin, an we had to park on the roof ov the car park! Mummy took sum fotoes ov the roofs over the town, then stuk the fotes together to mayke this long pikcher (clik on it to mayke it bigger!):

This issent in the larst pikcher, it was just owt ov shot- but it is the very top ov the tower on the Town Hall. From the grownd it is so tall yu carnt reelly see much ov the statew, so Mummy took theez fotoes wile we wer on the roof. The statew is ov St Helena -Helena is Mummy's nayme!- an this is the patron saynte ov Colchester. She waz the dorter ov King Cole, an that's whare Colchester got it's nayme.Dilly likes the statew cos it haz dragon- types all arownd it, too (oh, good greef!):I waz havin a good mornin reelly, but then it.. it..... it.... it thunderd!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

An I dident hav my Emergensy Hug Pants wiv me!!!!!!

It waz reelly reelly scary. But I waz very brayve! I've sed it befor an I'll say it agen: jus cos I get scared ov thunder duzzent meen I'm not brayve cos if I wassent scared I wuddent need to be brayve an eevn if I still WAZ brayve, if I waz never scared I wuddent KNO I waz bein BRAYVE. So thare. If yor not scared ov thunder it duzzent meen yor brayver than me (tayke note, Dilly) cos if yor not scared yu don't need to be brayve!

SO. THARE.

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It rayned an rayned an rayned. An this an ideal time to show yu wat I bort larst munth to ferther my syentifik studys. A rayne gayge! An wow! Jus look at how mutch rayne we had today in the storm!

Eevn arfter all that rayne it is still very hot heer. I hope we don't hav eny mor thunder, but I am keepin a good serply ov pants neerby jus in cayse.

Bye fer now!!!