The other day my Dad told you the story of our holiday to Portugal, so I thought I would tell you the story of our holiday to the Dominican Republic – or at least, part of it. The particular day in question my Dad had gone out on an excursion on a yacht and, as I don’t do travelling on water too well, I had stayed behind on a very hot day sipping drinks around the pool. Now before long the heat was beginning to get the better of me and, although I don’t like cold water, I just had to have a little dip in the swimming pool. Who could blame me, the weather was absolutely baking!
This week Eddie and I visited our local Health Clinic for a Well-Bear Check-Up. Eddie hasn’t been feeling himself over the past few weeks and we both thought a MOT was in order. So we took ourselves off to see a professional Bear Medic. We had a little chat with the nurse on the way in and she took down his vitals; weight, height and blood pressure. These were all fine. The nurse then started to ask a few rather probing questions, Eddie found these a little embarrassing and they were not to his liking. He gave the nurse a very hard stare at one point but she explained that asking such questions about his bowel movements were essential to try and ensure he was fit and well.
Today, I would like to set the record straight concerning yesterday’s post concerning my accusations of neglect of the bears by the Bearkeeper and the Jammy Toast logo being “bling”. I shall address the issues which have been raised, not by me but, by exaggeration and the over active imagination of Mr Bearkeeper. In other words, he is just trying to stir up trouble for his own satisfaction and to cause a war of words here on the Bear Blog.
This week as a family we went out for our annual Christmas gathering, that being four of us at an all you can eat buffet! The Queen ate enough to feed a camp of six and my other sister was chowing down as though she hadn’t been fed in days. They had two plates of hot food followed by two plates of pudding and decided after those they would start the process all over again. At this point I was feeling a little queasy and decided not to join in the family tradition of stuffing yourself silly until you burst.
Iwas bored the other day and decided to have a look through some of my old photo’s, and I found some from Orlando when my dad took me to the zoo. It was a lovely warm day, I got a little travel sick driving to Tampa but it was worth it just to see the monkeys. Those of you who read our blog know how fond I am of monkeys, well this was extra special. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Fun times.
I had the pleasure of stumbling upon a little car rally the other week and met some really interesting people including a guy who had owned his car for nearly 50 years, I couldn’t believe it, this guy was 86 years old and his car was in mint condition you could literally eat your dinner off the engine it was that sparkly. Its hard to believe that someone could care for a car for that long, most people only have theirs a few years and move onto the next. This car rally had everything from Rolls Royce to a lovely little Porsche all lovingly cared for by their owners.
Hello everyone. I just thought I would post a pic of me and my one true love, Eddie. These past few months have been really trying for a little Chimpton, but Eddie has always been there making sure I was ok, he’s a great listener and never interrupts and is always supportive. I truly love my bear and my bear loves me.
This week my dad and I became the new members of fat fighters, okay well dad became one of their new members I went along for the skit. Its a pretty large (excuse the pun) group of chunks and non chunketts it even includes family members, including the husband of lead fat fighter, Johnny who for the record I don’t think his main issue is with food its with his first love, alcohol. This group is like AA if there not talking about food its alcohol. It seems dad is the only one sat around the circle who hasn’t got a problem with the bottle, they all love slugging anything and everything they can, especially spirits as apparently you can drink more of due to the fat content!
This week has been a little harrowing to say the least, the Queen went into Broadgreen Heart and Chest hospital on Monday and underwent surgery to replace her pacemaker that had stood the test of time, she got 7 years out of the little beat box and is now the proud owner of a lovely new 80-100 beats per minute pacer. The day before the op was a little getting to know you session with her medical team who we met at 9.30pm after a VERY long day of sitting around doing not much. Bleary eyed and really tired we met her surgeon first a lovely little man with a very quiet voice who had been in surgery from 8am. I introduce Mr Aoo, now I’m not kidding that’s his name and a famous little man he is (btw you pronounce his name oooooooo like when your scaring kids pretending to be a ghost) after a lengthy discussion about the lovely riots that were occurring outside and how we were safer inside the hospital we got down to the nitty gritty that the operation would be fairly straight forward, but because of the Queens medical history they try to work as fast as they can as her lungs cannot cope being ventilated and could collapse, he assured the Queen she was in safe hands and that her anesthetic was being administered by a colleague who had worked on congenital heart cases in German so knew how to handle a royal visitor. Exit Mr Aoo enter her new German sleep-master, he definitely knows his target audience because as soon as he set eyes on the Queen he offered her drugs, I guess she just looks the type!! The Queen accepted the pre-med of a couple of sleeping tablets and seemed fine about the whole pa-lava.