I have 9 old, wrinkly friends, who are retired or semi-retired. Five of them all used to work together and the other four are husbands. They didn't want to lose touch when they retired so they decided to meet and have lunch or dinner when it was their birthdays. However, they got disenchanted with buying a present every time, and decided instead to give a Birthday Bear (thats me.) I get passed from one birthday person to the next each time they meet. The fun part is, that I get to be dressed differently each time, usually to reflect some aspect of the recipient's personality or life.
PS: Two of my wrinklies, Chris and Bob, have gone on a working holiday tour around Australia so they don't celebrate with us very often.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


At last Diane and Bill are home from their trip overseas. Now we can go and party...hooray. I'm very excited this time because I have been chosen to be the goal keeper for "The Roar" football team. (We are not supposed to call it soccer any more so as to be in line with the rest of the world calling it football)
Ann dressed me and I waited in her lounge room, she could have turned me around so that I could watch tele too. Silly Ann has put my goaly gloves on the wrong hands. How does she expect me to catch the ball.

At last we were off to the restaurant to celebrate Diane's birthday with her wrinkly friends. They all got stuck into some delicious Thai food, I didn't get much but the starter was good.

Luckily Diane noticed that my gloves were on the wrong hands so she changed them over for me. Now I am having fun playing in the hall. I hope I don't kick the ball through a window with my very big soccer boots, whoops.... football boots.
"Okay Diane you can get back to your boring travel blog ...after you have helped me visit some of my beary good friends' blogs.