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Showing posts with label peacocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peacocks. Show all posts

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Cold enuff to mayke a berd's beek fall off!!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: tsk!! We lost to Northampton (Cobblers) by 4 goals to nil cos it waz too cold.
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Day Score: 8/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well, Daddy cayme home yestaday an things ar gettin pritty much bak to normal agen rownd heer......so........ I went over to Koobuss an Asta an joind them for a wee skiing trip. Yu can see sum ace fotoes on their sites!!! Go an hav a look! Heer's wun ov them, but it duzzent com owt so well on my blog. I'm on the left, on a red sledge wiv a wee doggy calld Stella! I'm in my red parka coate, bloo scarf, an the cowboy hat that Chuck sent me. Good job too, as Stella wontid to chew me ears, an I waz abol to tuk them up underneeth it.

(foto by Asta)

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Well, wen I got bak, Grayum an Sam invitid me to join in their Noise-Maykin-Contest. I got som ov it on camra. Play it, an see watcha think! HAHAHA!

The ownly rool waz that yu had to mayke the noise WIV YOR MOWTH. Hahaha! Well, Sam neerly wun, but then he almost followed-throo so we fownd owt he waz, er, erm.... well, cheetin. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Cos Daddy waz away on Valentine's Day, Mummy an Daddy deesidid to go owt fer a speshol Valentine Lunch today insted. So we awl drove to a farm that haz a nice restront. There wer peacoks owtside, snugglin:

Unfortewnitly we got there too layte fer lunch, so we went in the farm shop insted an bort sum stuff. Mummy carnt eet wheat cos it maykes her pooes go a bit mad, but she can eet a speshol wheat called Spelt, an in the shop they had pizza bayses mayde ov spelt! So she bort them an wen we got home they each mayde a pizza:
Before......

.....after.

Dilly helpt wiv Daddy's cos he wantid it hot an she is good at pepper an chilly an stuff. Hiz iz the wun on the rite. So hiz waz a tad hot, an Mummy's waz a tad salty cos she had anchovys on hers. But they sed they wer ded taysty an ate the lot. Then Mummy fell asleep in frunt ov the fire till layte. They reelly kno how to enjoy themselvs, theez two.

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It haz been cold heer but we hav had bloo skys. Mummy sez she duzzent care how cold it is, so long as it is brite.

Our back garden this weekend- cold but wiv a bloo sky. Brrr!

We Small Bears, tho, weer just grayteful for bushy-lookin pot plarnts this time ov yeer. Nippin owtside behind a tree evry time yu need a poo is no joke when it's frosty. An it maykes the leevs far too stiff to wipe wiv, as well. So, unless thare's skiing trips to be gon on, or snow bears to be bilt, I'd rarther stay in the warm!

Bye fer now!!!!