Hi all from MNHQ,

Where we are [blush] ing and apologising profusely for being --really crap-- a bit rubbish.


Pom arrived at MNHQ in November, beautifully packaged and rather like a demanding toddler.




Pom insisted that he was fine after his travels and so DarrenMumsnet agreed to share his birthday whiskey and cake.

Pom didn't want any cake.



Fuelled with whisky and high from the dizzy heights of MumsnetTowers Pom hopped on the tube..


And was found sometime later in a Soho bar..


He was taken home by HelenMumsnet who put him in bed and locked the drinks cabinet.



The following morning, a spritely Pom appeared at The Towers for his breakfast.

As a way of apologising for his poor behaviour, he brought a friend:


Needless to say, all was forgiven and as a very special treat we took Pom to Winter Wonderland in Hyde park.


His natural grace on the ice was the envy of all..


..even Mary Portas couldn't resist a cuddle.





There was a minor panic when Pom disappeared at the end of the night but it turns out he got lucky.





After a busy night Pom came into The Towers hungry, all of the granola had been eaten so he tucked into a Krispy Kreme..

..which proved to be a bit much for Pom and he decided to have a nap on RebeccaMumsnet's desk.




We soon had to give him a nudge as he need to smarten up for a visit from Ed, who took a shine to our Pom, Pom on the other hand was somewhat nonplussed.




After a full week --6weeks-- of drinking, we thought that Pom may like a night off and a lie in, but Pom had other ideas.

We heard that he went home with a Mumsnetter, but true to form he hitched a lift back to The Towers the following morning...


..where he recovered until his long onward journey...



Night Pom, please do visit us again. We have replenished our biscuit stock and will have a bottle chilled in the fridge ready for you.

Pombear: The Mumsnet visit

Last year Pom went and stayed at his spiritual home MN Towers. A few details filtered through about his exploits at the Christmas Party, and some of his new celebrity friends - but this is all I have to represent the visit:

My sincere apologies I am unable to give you anymore than this. It was an entry I was very excited about and genuinely looked forward to reading, but that's it - you'll have to use your imagination. Anyway, meanwhile, Pom is with a new hostess who has given him a rather exciting international adventure. I look forward to reading all about his latest news - please don't give up on Pom.

Antlers x

Pom Bear: Update.... (but not the one we're waiting for!)

Hello one and all,

My sources have now missiged me and apparently Pom had not (classic subterfuge) left the UK at the specified time. After contact with his (hopefully) next host, she has apparently heard from MN that he has been posted and should be arriving soon! Let's hope so! I suspect he will need a long drink after all this.

So now, all we are awaiting is the arrival of the bear ... and his next blog update! It's been far too long, and we can't wait to hear about all his new celebrity friends!*

*politicians probably excepted.



Antlers x (formerly Fermit)

Pom - MIA

If you are a follower of Pom Bear, then it is with a heavy heart I have sad news to announce.

His last known whereabouts was MN Towers itself. However, a blog entry from them never materialised. And, alas, he is now much missed, and presumed, MIA, en route somewhere between here and Switzerland.

He was a brave bear, a noble bear, a bear with a slight drink problem, and we will never forget him him unless he comes back

#raises glass#

I would now like to canvas your thoughts do we:

a) harass Mumsnet to post the blog so we can see him one last time (they had him in November!)
b) The Bear is Dead, Long Live the Bear -- commission a new bear to undertake the rounds of MNetters
c) No! forget and bury the whole thing with some drink


I will proceed only with your feedback.

PB Co-ordinator

In which Pom visits Malvern and gets damp

Having slept off my Scottish hangover and survived my time in Scottish porridge, I was bundled up for my trip to the big city. Unfortunatley I arrived in Malvern, where the bright lights are stars and the fast cars are Morgans, and they are a funny shape.
In fact, we were not even in the bustling metropolis of Malvern (average age 107, all of them bonkers), but even further into the depths of the country.

This is what they do for fun around here

Apparently, these are called hops. I would rather have had a bag of Skips myself. These tasted dusty and had no salt or artificial flavouring on them. Not what a snack-themed bear is used to at all.



After that I needed a drink, as I often find I do, so I went into the kitchen, only to discover a sort of chemical factory.




Apparently, this is called Skittles Vodka. Presumably, because it knocks you over like skittles. At this point, my host sort of disappeared and I could hear gales of laughter from the dining room. I think she forgot about me...so I helped myself. Bottoms Up!

The next day, to settle my stomach, we went to get some fresh air on the Malvern Hills. We stopped to admire the scenery, appernetly it is even more beautiful without the fog or the dog MacIntosh.

 

The water in Malvern is like wot the Queen drinks (GodBlessHer), so MumsNet royalty like me definitely needed a snoutful from St Anne's Well

I also suspect that the Queen (GodBlessHer) doesn't fall in and have to be wrapped in a towel. 

Then back to my host's house and a visit to her studio. No FlyLady round here, it seems. Perhaps 'studio' is a posh word for 'throw things through the door and shut it quick'

Here am I making a little travelling blanket....

....and playing in the Pom-sized ball-pool. Do I look like Whoopie Goldberg?

And finally I am packed into my new travelling case for my next adventure.

First Class; Port Out Starboard Home.

Pom Post the Third: Highland Fling

Dear Mumsnetters,

What blessed relief to be free of the Jiffy bag and meet my new hosts, who promised me a week of enlightening work experience, pleasant scenery and home comforts. But first, after a long journey North, I gladly settled down for a quiet night in.

I was eagerly looking forward to the beautiful mountain views. Unfortunately they remained mysteriously shrouded in cloud and gloom throughout my stay, although a few lungfuls of the bracing air effectively cleared the remnants of last night's Merlot from my system.

So my host tells me she's a vet, and having been a lifelong follower of Animal Hospital (love you, Rolf) I was excited to have the chance to see the glamour and excitement of the job at first paw.

I got myself kitted out and I offered my considered opinion on some cases

After the calls were completed we returned to base for some small animal work. My attempts at reassuring a worried patient weren't too successful.

To be honest, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this stuff after all, and I was therefore glad to discover that the following day was to be more sedate, with a quiet stroll through the woods to the duck pond in prospect.

I love to get close to nature, so in an attempt to escape from while playing with my host family’s exuberant children I deftly scrambled up through the branches one of the many ancient and beautiful trees.

Unfortunately part of it gave way under my vast bearish weight

and the resultant injuries led to another visit to my host’s workplace

Battered, bruised and wounded, I returned home for a soothing dram.

I honestly can’t remember what happened next, but my host family seemed strangely tight-lipped when they collected me the next morning.

So, that was my week here in the Highlands. I’m quite relieved to be heading South again, where perhaps (one hopes) my liver will enjoy a reprieve and I’ll manage to stay out of trouble … we shall see …

Happy Hallowe’en!

Love, POM XXX

Pom Post the Second: Pom's Adventures in Scotland

Dear Mumsnetters,

I must say it was not a promising start to my new adventure to be left languishing in a sorting office for several days till my host could be bothered had time to come and collect me. But I'm a forgiving bear, and ready to give the benefit of the doubt.

Arriving in this place called Edinburgh, I must say it was a relief to be quickly given the chance to catch up on "AIBU".

I was a little nervous about what to expect from my host family, especially after the balcony incident in Bristol, but I was quickly put at my ease with a nice version of a fruit shoot (absinthe, they called it).

Which led us nicely on to a bit of a sing-song. (Who is Donald, and why does he not have trousers?)

The next day dawned dreich bright and early and I was off on a trip to the city centre. It started off with great promise as I saw the outside of my spiritual home - Harvey Nicks - but sadly my Mumsnetter claims to have never been inside (hopefully I will be sent to a S&B thread regular next time).

The bus tour continued, showing me the sights of the Scott Monument...

... and a distant Edinburgh Castle.

Later I was taken to the university area, where I replicated a pose commonly exhibited by many of the students in this city, on their way home on a Friday night. The fag was not mine, honest.

I was grateful to have a quieter day planned for the next day, just a kid's party to go to. I enjoyed the jelly and custard and the party games, though wasn't too sure about the game called "bury the Pom Bear in the ball pit". Fortunately my host was on hand to pull me out.

Next day...

Well a bear doesn't like to complain, especially when being generously fed on a diet of Tunnocks tea cakes and Irn Bru, but they really do need to do something about the weather up here. I was taken on another day trip, this time to a place called Moffat in Southern Scotland, and it poured down without stopping.

This is me in front of the ram of Moffat. I wonder one day will there be a statue of me, perhaps outside MN Towers?

As I'm staying with a Mumsnetter, obviously much of my day is spent hanging around cafes sipping the odd macchiato and reflecting on the important topics of the day. Here I am - I'm the one in the MN scarf.

(Apparently Germaine Greer has one too)

Today was my last day in Edinburgh, and it was with a wee tear in my eye that I found they were holding a party in my honour. First the sweeties...

...and then the drink.

It's amazing how much whisky a small, stuffed bear can put away when he really tries.

I've been wrapped up for bed now and am finishing my blog before my next adventure begins. Who knows what delights or indignities await me??

Love,

POM xx