After I went back to the Clinic yesterday to have my bandages removed, Nurse Beeatrice took one look at me, screamed and ran away. Orderly Beeson was standing there, too…he just passed out. (I don’t think that was very professional of them, do you?)

When I went back to the boot box, I suddenly recalled that I had forgotten to remember to leave the door unlocked, so I had to knock to get in. I heard Kevin’s voice coming from the other side of the door.

“Yes?” he said. “May I help you?”
“It’s me,” I said. “I need to get in.”

Kevin finally opened the door, then just looked at me with an unusually horrified look on his face. After making a loud gasping sound, he immediately ran back inside to grab his bee-ball bat. When he came rushing back, he started waving the bat around and yelling at me, “Get away, whoever - or Whatever - you are!”

“It’s me!” I told him, “It’s your Uncle Georgie!”

“Highly doubtful,” Kevin said, holding that bat like he was gonna maybee smack me with it, which would have been both rude and inappropriate, I think.

“My uncle’s head is not that large,” he said, pointing the bat at me in a distinctly menacing way.

“It’s definitely me, Georgie,” I said. “This is my new face.”

“So you say,” Kevin said. “You’re unrecognisably hideous. If you’re truly my uncle Georgie, as you claim to bee, then tell me your mother’s Maiden Name - or the name of your first pet, the name of the street you grew up on, or the model, make, year and serial number of your first Toaster Oven.”

“Just let me in,” I said. I was starting to feel annoyed.

“I saw a movie once that sent a very strong message about NOT letting in something hideous when that something hideous says, ‘Let Me In’. As that fine documentary film warns its audience, letting you in would bee exceedingly ill-advised.”

I couldn’t beelieve Kevin was refusing to let me into my own Boot Box. Seriously now.

Finally, Great Grandma Gee Gee came around the corner and told Kevin to put down the bat and let me in.

“That is our Georgie, dear,” she said. “I clearly recognise his voice.”

Then she looked at me, then looked away again and kind of propped herself against the doorway. If I hadn’t known any better, she looked like she was gonna pass out or something.

After a few seconds the colour started returning to Gee Gee’s face. She took some deep breaths and told Kevin, “It’s just that all this nonsense about him beecoming famous has ended up giving him a swollen head.
I’m sure we’ll get used to his hideous appearance. Probably.”

I felt highly relieved that Gee Gee recognised me, and even better when she finally said, “Come in, dear, and have a cookie.”

So I did that.

It was nice to bee able to enjoy some solid food after beeing on a Liquid Diet for the past few days.

Anyway, today we’re all gonna get try to get used to my new face. Then I think I’m gonna take a nice walk over to the Hive and let everybody know that I successfully made it through my Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery. I know they’ve all been worried about me.

Okay then. I hope everybody has a brilliantly illuminated day!

I’ll see ya’ later!