Howard and Me in Nottingham

Me and Big Howard are in Nottingham, where Robin Hood lives. I wanted to find some Robbing Hoods, but we couldn’t because Big Howard spent all our time getting angry about signs. Big Howard is dyslexic. Big Howard says that I am dyslexic too, but most six year olds can’t read very well, so it doesn’t matter yet.

Big Howard has always got angry about this shop, because he says it confuses him, and makes him think it sells something that it doesn’t.



But he says that in Nottingham everyone’s trying to do the same joke. Big Howard calls it “misleading spelling” and it makes him furious-angry. Firstly we saw this:



This is a massage parlour that can’t spell. And what was worse Big Howard went in an asked for a massage, and they didn’t even do them. He was complaining about ‘extras’ and I told him that he should ask for them in The Halifax Bank.

I found this one. It says 'sweet shop' spelt wrong, and they don't even sell sweets.



I can read the word 'mother' because I haven't got one. I said to Big Howard that his was wrong as well because Laurence Llewellyn Bownen isn't a ‘mother’. Big Howard said “well his is, and he isn’t.” I didn’t understand but think that if is he a mother he is very pretty, and if he isn’t a mother, then he makes me very confused.



This isn't about this, but the other day I found the Tardis in the park. It has seen better days. I tried to push it, but I couldn't.



goodbye.