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Showing posts with label mobile phone mast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mobile phone mast. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2007

Marigolding, week three

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes, but they cut the opening credits short, missing out the bit where Lisa rides her bike, so I diddent get to look up her dress. D'oh!
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 Ha! Got Mummy coming out of the shower!
  • Day Score: 7.358/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Time for this week's update on my marigolds:

doing well, aren't they?

But I'm starting to wonder if this is due solely to my efforts.
We live very close to a mobile phone mast. Do you think it is raydiating the plarnts in my garden? They all look rarther big. See what yu think:

teenage mutant ninja bluebells

Help! Do yu think it eats meat?

It might also explayne sum straynge behayviour in the Not-A-Bears rownd here. Remember the wood-mouse that lives under our kitchen? Mummy left sum nuts out on Monday, an yestaday Daddy fownd them: in his shoe.

Wha..????

I shall hav to put my Spy Hat on, and investigayte this.*

Bye fer now!

* I don't reelly mean this. I mean, a speshol Spy Hat wud sort ov giv a spy away, wuddent it? Although they do seem to wear them on those old black and wite Spy Movies..... Like, The Spy Who Came In From The Cold. But then, he was cold, wassent he. Until he came in. And then he took it off.