tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48067583434277147482024-03-07T19:59:10.685-08:00Mum-Ra ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-42030027642275112272012-07-11T01:56:00.000-07:002012-07-11T01:56:01.466-07:00In Honour of Zombie Friday<div style="color: black;">
I won't be able to honour zombie Friday after all. Sumthin's come up. as they say :)</div>
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So here is my early contribution. I won't lie. I wrote this (ahem) years ago as part of my English GCSE ....... Sorry. It took a while to find and re-type a little if it makes it seem like I put in extra effort. hahahahaha ......</div>
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Room</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I've
been naughty. I've been really bad.</span></div>
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should have left by now. But I can't. I daren't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">You
see, a man bit my mum today. And a lady bit her too. The stinkies.
And now my mum is a stinky too. She's downstairs. I can hear her. She
won't go away and now I can't leave. I want to go to Aunty Sarah's.
I think they're hiding too. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
know the proper word for them. They're zom-bees. I heard it on the TV
when Mum thought I was asleep. That's why she decided to bring lots
of food to my room and put a lock on the door. I'd be safe that way. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">They
said it wouldn't get here. That France was far away enough for us to
be safe. Mum says that sometimes grown-ups are wrong but you never
hear them admit it. I just bet that's how this happened. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">This
is my Barbie collection. I'm going to play for a bit before it gets
dark. I'm not to shine a light. Not to shine a light. NOT to shine a
light.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
had a yoghurt for breakfast. I had to wee in the pot cos I can't go
to the toilet. I threw the wee out of the window. I had to make sure
I wasn't seen. There were lots of stinkies out there. I didn't like
it so I was quick. I saw my teacher out there. She's had an
accident, I think. I don't know why I'm writing this down. There's
no-one to talk to and I'm not to make a sound. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
want my Mum.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">My
little brother is still at school. Should I go? I don't dare. I'm
supposed to stay here. What did they do with the kids that didn't get
picked up? No-one phoned. He's only 6, does he know his way home? I'm
eight and a half. Of course I know the way. But there's a big road
we're not allowed to cross. Oh, I DO hope he's ok. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
had some crunchy noodles for lunch and was going to have tuna for
tea. I can't make the tin opener work. Mum didn't show me. We were
only hiding for a little while when she nipped out for a minute. When
she came back she was hurt. There was a LOT of blood. I tried to put
a plaster on for her. It didn't stick. She was trying not to cry. I
could tell. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She
said a man and a lady bit her. BIT HER!!!!! I'd get sent to my room
for sure if I bit anyone. She said I had to listen properly and
remember everything. She hurt my arm she was squeezing so hard. She
brought me photos of us all and more food and drinks. She brought me
toilet roll and Ribena and 2 buckets of water. She brought me noodles
and crisps and some biscuits and we had 2 apples left and the
yoghurts from the fridge. Half a loaf of bread and some carrots. I
hate carrots. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She
said that I'm not to eat everything at once and not to open the door
unless someone speaks properly to me. Did I understand? I said yes.
She said the police would come soon. And the water is for drinking
and I can brush my teeth. She didn't bring the brush. I don't mind.
I'm not to shine a light and I'm not to make a sound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She
cried and kissed me and said she was sorry she wasn't more careful. I
cried too but she wouldn't stay. She got angry when I didn't lock the
door behind her and came back in. She was sweating and looked really
funny. This time I locked the door. I want to be good. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">My
pen is running out. I left my pens downstairs. I could sneak and get
them</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">No.
I promised. Anyway. I can hear her. She doesn't sound like Mum
should. I never heard her make that sound before and she won't talk
to me. So I sneaked way from the door and hid under the bed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It's
kind of cool under here. I pushed my toy boxes along the side of the
bed like a wall. I have my pillow and duvet, the carpet is a bit
scratchy but it's ok. I have a cup from my tea set and a book I can
use as a plate. If I open the crisps and tip them out quick I can eat
quietly. I don't want to be found. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
have a comic to read before it gets dark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
ate some apples and some bread and I've finished the Ribena. I'm not
eating the carrots. I hate carrots. Last night was scary. There was a
lot of shouting and running outside. I wanted to look but I didn't.
Mum said stay out of sight. Someone will come for me. Did anyone go
and get Andy? He's only six. He's too little to find his own way
home. Please please PLEASE let someone have gone for him. I was home
from school sick, Mum's boyfriend (who is really cool) went out to
work, and Andy went to school with the lady next door. No-one came
back. Where did they go? Why hasn't anyone come for me?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
found a pencil to write with. I'm a really neat writer. I wish I knew
where my friends are. Are they hiding like me? I'd get Mum to ring
and find out but she's not coming back. Not like before. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">There
was a giant crash from downstairs. I weed my pants and then cried. I
hid them in the wash bin so no-one ever knows. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I'm
hungry and I've eaten nearly everything. I'm still not eating the
carrots. I have one bucket of water left. I hope someone finds me
soon. Too dark to write now. Goodnight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It
was really quiet downstairs today. I listened at the door for ages. I
went to the top of the stairs on super tiptoes. I crept down to the
study and got some more pens and paper. I went to the kitchen and had
a look round for food. There was nothing. Every cupboard was open and
so was the fridge and the freezer. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
think we were burgled. I found a biscuit on the floor and brought
that upstairs. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
feel a bit better in my den. I've got teddies under here now and the
last of my food. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I've
decided to eat the carrots. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
don't think anyone's coming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
can't remember how long I've been on my own but I think it's too
long. I think I have to go to Aunty Sarah's. I bet she's got sweets.
I'll go tomorrow. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
have to be brave like when I went to the dentist or when I had my
verrucas frozen. That hurts but I didn't cry. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
went to the bathroom and went to the toilet. I was scared but brave.
There was no sound from downstairs. Have they all gone? I'll sneak a
look out of the window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">They
are still in the street. Walking about. I saw the lady next door too.
She's all yucky now. I think she saw me so I went straight back under
the bed. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
can hear noises but I forgot to lock the door so am hiding quietly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Carrots
aren't so bad after all. They're a bit cru</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-10861914976534672242012-07-01T08:35:00.000-07:002012-07-01T08:35:07.110-07:00Ninkypoop and the bumcheeks<div style="color: black;">
So today's is just a quick one as it's BIG CLEAN Sunday .... well, the last Sunday in the month is when I TRY to clean the whole house, but as per usual have had more interruptions than I have fingers and toes ... hehehe. </div>
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But today I couldn't help but laugh as I passed my son's bedroom door with a pile of ironing-yet-to-do in each arm and a pile of folded towels on my head, a duster hanging from my back pocket and a bottle of bleach wedged down my waistband gangsta stylee ... My son and daughter had abandoned their game of Ancient Egyptians Battle LEGO Pirate Cowboys. They were lying on the floor playing a game of "when I went to the moon". Which for those of you who don't know it's a memory game a bit like "shopping basket" .... "When I went to the moon I saw - and here's where you take it in turns to add another item... and so on and so on until the loser forgets something. Well, we'd gone the whole gamut of quite rude stuff (well, what they consider rude - they collapsed in total hysterical mirth when I shouted up the stairs "BLUE KNICKERS" as my turn ...... )</div>
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But I digress, they were laying on the floor half playing the game and half discussing what is funny. And apparently "Ninkypoop" (rather than the more traditional nicompoop) is the funniest word in the universe ..... so funny in fact that they couldn't actually SAY the word for laughing. </div>
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Bumcheeks is SO last season. Ninkypoop is the new black. </div>
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<span style="color: black;">;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-74152400218685228432012-06-25T08:43:00.002-07:002012-06-25T08:43:24.298-07:00Peppa PIG oink oinkWow. It's Monday again already!<br />
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I had a really great weekend. Visitors, laughter, good food and a horrendously late night followed by a spot of patriotism. Which is rare for me. haha</div>
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I went with my friend and her little girl to see the Olympic torch pass by. (Which is really a last-in-this-lifetime opportunity for me if the moaners are to be believed. Ho-hum. Can't say it bothers me one way or the other.) What I wasn't expecting was to try and get myself arrested by swallowing at the wrong time (which sounds <b>MUCH</b> worse than it was, ooo-er) ..... eeeek!!! Standing at the roadside I was enjoying the shameless advertising of various decorated buses driving by (it's just NOT an event without a Coca-Cola bus!!!!) and the local police were being cheery and riding slowly on their motorbikes high-fiving excited children. One police officer spotted a very large Peppa Pig mascot and stopped in front of me and asked "is that Peppa Pig I see over there?"</div>
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You can imagine my horror when I blurted out "Yes!! It's the one and only Peppa ........ (insert horrid pause for choking on something invisible) PIG!!!!!!!!"</div>
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His face dropped. As did my heart. Into my feet. What do you do in that kind of situation? I meant no harm at all ... so I faked a coughing fit, turning his look of horror to one of concern .... job done!!</div>
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The moral of this story children? Sometimes it's ok to lie to policemen .....</div>
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<span style="color: black;">;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-26776045470054955312012-06-22T06:25:00.000-07:002012-06-22T06:25:12.442-07:00Avarice in Wonderland<div style="color: black;">
So today is my day off.</div>
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I am wrapped in a fleece, with the fire on while a storm rages outside that sounds like it may just shake the house to pieces and extract me, shrieking in my fleece coccoon, to a land where flying houses are fantastic witch deterrants.</div>
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I have gently steamed in a vast bubbly bath, with no cries of "mum ..can I (insert verious non-vital requests here)"</div>
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I have watched the yummy Zach and his cohorts frighten themselves silly in the dark. I have posted several bad taste music videos onto my FB account. I have consumed "no-one to "share" with" crisps, cookies and drank enough tea to fill a small paddling pool. (Altho it looks like the rain could have taken care of the pool today) I have displayed my prolific use of the dreaded "eff word" for all the world to see .... lol. And all from the <b>New Improved Mum-Ra Ass Groove</b> on the sofa. </div>
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I have studiously ignored the washing, ironing, dirty dishes, hoovering that taunt me on a daily basis. I am deaf to their miserable utterings. lol</div>
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For today, Matthew, one is indulging in self indulgence of the most indulgent kind. Today, I <b>am</b> Avarice in Wonderland, where the currency is Me-time and the profit is measured in slobbery!!!</div>
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And just for once, just for THIS once I DON'T feel guilty. So sue me .... hehe</div>
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<span style="color: black;">;) </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-18688507066514309842012-06-20T12:17:00.004-07:002012-06-20T12:17:57.769-07:00Too cool for home-school<div style="color: black;">
So my daughter got an upset tummy. (When I was a kid, my mother used to make us go to school unless we had a limb hanging off. I suspect even in the event of a zombie apocalypse she'd have a crack at making us go .. ). </div>
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She thought it would comprise of glorious hours laid on the sofa playing Minecraft, watching DVD's and being waited on hand and foot... and being read to by my shiny new kindle ... (erm, NO!!!)</div>
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The thing is, she's not actually ill. We have to follow school guidelines of not returning for 48 hours. So I got her school work. Lots and lots of school work. </div>
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I've enjoyed maths, reading and a project on Florence nightingale. She has not.</div>
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Tomorrow we've got a collage to make, more maths and some word searches. I'm so excited.</div>
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Her teacher thinks I'm brill. Darling daughter thinks I'm a loser. </div>
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A mean one. hehehehe</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07300105846308253689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4806758343427714748.post-56612561192120548162012-06-19T10:39:00.000-07:002012-06-19T10:39:17.754-07:00Writer's Blo(g)ck<div style="color: black;">
Wow. I can actually re-introduce my backside to the sofa. Ass - meet sofa. Sofa meet derriere ....</div>
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It's been so ridiculously busy the last few days. </div>
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It's been "the BIG show" ... which went so fantasically well that i blubbed all the way through it. Talk about PPS! (proud parent syndrome). My other half looked at me like I was mad. And that was only 10 seconds in!!!!! hehehe</div>
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him thinking the worst and swearing under my breath .... I hurdled one small child who had no idea to GET OUT OF THE WAY(!!!!!) startled two girls talking about Will I Am and almost vaulted a closed gate (and all to imaginary Mission Impossible music) to find him nonchalantly waiting on the
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Anyhoo, I digress. So we decided on fish. But I thought them too dull. So I rescued an Axolotl - which is a cool amphibian that looks like a cross between a lizard and a moose - from Freecycle (a great little site where people give away their stuff for free). We brought him home, cleaned up the tank, added some Axy friendly stuff, and that was that. Once he stopped sulking at being brought home he just fits right in and has become a cool little addition to our family. HE walks on his back legs, balances on his tail for food, watches TV and stares at me for hours on an evening. lol No-one else we know has one so the kids have got "instant cool". hahahaha</div>
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So, today I went to meet a new friend. She's clever and very funny. And she's got a Kindle. (sounds like bloody Charlie and Lola, hehe)</div>
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I've been resisting the Kindle. Vehemently. As far as I'm concerned books should be slightly fusty and smell funny and yellow with age and not bother if you drop them in the bath. Or down the stairs. I like old books, and wrinkly second hand books, and shelves FULL of books. And kids books with massive covers that cover your legs when you read them. I'm in the minority, sadly. My darling daughter saw a consumer report on e-readers and has been dropping hints ever since ...</div>
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So I give in. They can have a Kindle. I'm off for a bath. With my book. ;) </div>
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I can have a break from Scooby Doo, Minecraft, and never being able to have a bath in peace. Shame they still show Tree Foo Tom after school hours. lol</div>
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My fingers are prickled. lol. I've just managed to construct and attatch a collar to a costume for my daughter's summer show with the dance group Ambition Academy. The kids have all worked SO hard towards this show and I'm dead excited to see it. But seamstress I am NOT!!! hahahahaha. I've made a couple of props for the show (a giant chicken and a giant jelly, no REALLY!! lol) And I've made "The Belle Dress" .... omg I swear it was harder than a maths exam!!!</div>
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So - I can never usually win an argument. Know what I mean? :)</div>
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I've entered prize draws (but never prize drawers .... more's the pity .... a night of passion with Captain Jack Sparrow would make me smile right now. ;) .... and, nada, zip, nuffin!</div>
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Imagine my delight when yesterday I discovered I won half a dozen cupcakes from A Little Taste of Heaven without even trying. And they'll deliver them too!!!! Maybe I'll share if the peeps are good .... ;)</div>
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