Teen Fiction: Possessed

Teen fiction - Possessed

Teen Fiction Rising out of bed, as if in a trance, Poppy slowly staggered over to the door; slowly, but purposefully. Reaching out for the doorknob, she turned it and proceeded down the stairs. Not acknowledging the frantic shouts from her parents’ bedroom, she unlocked the front door and stepped outside into the frosty night. The darkness wrapped around her while she trudged down the icy pavement. Suddenly, her soot black eyes focused on a curved dagger resting against a wall. With her eyes sparkling with danger, she stretched out an arm to retrieve it, while the bitter winds swirled …

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School: Inspiring Teachers

  The power of inpsiring teachers I’m posting this image because I’m hugely self-indulgent. I’m indulging myself because this short piece of work came home with J this week as she signed off from Year 5, and I confess it caused a small tear. It caused a tear because though I’ve always known she was capable of good writing, it’s only this year that she has found within herself the motivation to actually prove it to herself. This was written by the girl who, aged 6, in Year 2, scribbled all over her work in frustration when asked to improve …

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Wot so Funee? End of year roundup.

  The one with the dodgy spelling. For my final Wot so Funee? of the year (don’t worry, there’ll be more next week from Emma!) I decided to publish some of the funny moments I’ve found in my children over the course of the year. My trusty iPhone woke me this morning to the news that I had very little storage left, so I spent rather a long time deleting photos and video to make space. I’d forgotten some of these moments, and it was actually a lovely treat to scroll through and recapture some memories. Shocking though how much …

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When I grow up: Wot So Funee?

  When I grow up When I’m 30 years old I will live 1 kilometre from my current home. I will live in a mountain, on a house. Hmmm. You need to have a rethink darling. We live in Hertfordshire; there are no mountains here, and all you will find within one kilometre is a 1950’s housing estate and 5 Tesco metros. Unless of course your mountain is metaphorical, which it would have to be, were you to actually build it on top of a house. I do hope the house in question is not our current abode – I think …

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5 things you never knew you could do in London for kids

We live close to London, so we’re lucky to have it on our doorstep whenever we’re stuck for something to do. From lunches in Chinatown, to cycling practice in Regent’s park, via an hour (or several) in Hamley’s. Our children are so lucky to have this city available to explore. And yet more often than not we go to the usual places, the obvious sites, missing the many hidden jewels that London for kids has to offer. So this holiday we decided to explore some of the secrets of London for kids. London for kids: Stratford This week we visited The …

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Passing notes: Wot so Funee?

Apparently I talk a lot. That’s what loquacious means, you know, so for those who want to complain about the chatter, I’d just like to point out that using words like that on MY blog is kind of self-perptuating. Duh! 🙄 Perhaps Mummy, you should have chosen a different strap-line; maybe something along the lines of “The Diary of an Introspective Schoolgirl.” That might possibly have governed the outcome of my developing personality. Or maybe not… Anyway, I do sometimes get it in the neck for wittering on. Apparently I’m not allowing my brother to get a word in. Allegedly …

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London with kids: a perfect weekend and an “epic” hotel!

What to do and where to stay in London with kids: “It’s really nice here, even though it’s a bit posh.” nice  adjective, nic·er, nic·est. 1. pleasing; agreeable; delightful: a nice visit. In other words, kids like it. posh adjective. sumptuously furnished or appointed; luxurious. A posh place. In other words, adults like it. You couldn’t really get a better recommendation for a family friendly hotel. Happy kids + happy parent = great weekend. We’re just back from a very cool weekend in London with the kids. Before the children were born, we spent a lot of time in the capital, wining and dining, visiting the sights and soaking up the …

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Homework: Wot so Funee?

My daughter is a funny writer. When she puts her mind to it, she can write witty commentary filled with wonderful adjectives and characterisation. But she’s easily bored, and – if I’m going to be more honest than a loving mother ought to be – a tad lazy. Her teachers, enjoying what she writes when inspired, have always seen fit to encourage her into increased written productivity. It hasn’t always worked. Creative writing: This year she has a lovely teacher who has ventured into the dangerous waters of loosening the reins on her creativity. For our recent holiday to Florida, …

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Sibling Harmony: Wot So Funee?

I am back from my little project (more on that soon) and am indebted to Just a Normal Mummy and Mummy Never Sleeps for hosting this linky for the last 2 weeks. Not only did they do a hilariously good job of posting, and sharing all your lovely posts, they also broke the record for the number of people linking up! Apparently you were bribed with gin in week 2. I’m not averse to bibery, and I have just been through Duty Free (I have a LOT of Haribo) – just saying… There is often a fair bit of dischord …

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Things I like about you… Wot so Funee?

Last week we showed you our to-do list. One of the items read thus: Sit in a circle and write 20 nice things about the person on your left. Then pass it on and spend time reading why you are great! Whether driven by altruism, or by narcissism, this item was duly carried out. First by me, listing the Bug’s best qualities: Now, normally I complain about his copying me, but clearly that is just over-dramatisation, a skill I excel at, as detailed in Mummy’s praise-singing of me: Next up was the Bug, tasked with writing something nice about Mummy: …

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To-do lists: Wot so Funee?

*Clears throat importantly* I know you’re all dying to read Wot so Funee? but first Mummy has an announcement… Yes, the Mad Blog Awards 2013 are now open for nominations! Last year we were lucky enough to win the MADs in the Best Schooldays category. We had the time of our lives and are so grateful to everyone who reads and shares this blog for making that possible. Of course, we would love to enter again, but that is up to you. If you think Actually Mummy is deserving of an award this year, we’d love a nomination in any or all …

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Apologies

“Ok GG have fun at Brownies. Daddy’s picking you up later. Don’t forget to bring your coat home.” “I’m back Mummy…!” “Did you remember your coat?” “No…” There were remonstrations, there was screaming and yelling at the unfairness of having to remember everything! And there was the penance of having to go to bed and ‘think’ about how I might remember better next time. I went to bed. Mummy finished reading to the Bug. As she left her room, there was this, just outside the door: And that isn’t even the funniest thing! When she came to ask why I’d complained about not …

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Center Parcs and Tots100 perfect Christmas elf!

Some of you may know that we are Center Parcs bloggers next year. Whilst we are very excited about the prospect of visiting and reviewing Elveden Forest, we are also looking forward to some creative challenges. As it’s Christmas, they have set us the challenge of writing a poem about the Christmas Elf. I like to get handy with a pen so here is my take on the elf: Colouring in was done by The Bug, who wasn’t thrilled to be asked – ahem… There are still some coveted Center Parcs blogger places up for grabs! If you think you could …

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GG writes: A Halloween Mystory

Once upon a time there lived somebody called Lord Pumpkin. True to his name he was a pumpkin. He had fiery red eyes, a flaming red mouth, and a gnarled laser shoot. Also living at that time was a cat called Kitty Softpaws. She had sleek black fur and white paws which strangely had no claws; the fur can extend. She owned only a sword and some boots. She and Lord Pumpkin were bitter enemies. Each of them had an army – Pumpkin had Werewolves; Kitty had cats. Now it just so happened, they were about to have a battle. …

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Wot so Funee? Good things about Mums

In last week’s funee I talked about my tomboy friend with all the guns in her den. She will always play Prince to my Princess, Troy to my Gabriella, and Shrek to my Fiona. But when the playdate was at our house this week, she showed her soft spot when she decided to write about Mums: Meanwhile, on the  other side, I was completing my own version of the bad things about Mums. Mummy won’t let me post it here… Now, if you have your own post to link this week, grab the badge code from the bottom of the …

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Wot So Funee? A riddle

As you know, I have the best intentions to write intelligent, informative prose. All too often my efforts result in laughs from the adults around me. However, Mummy did a double take at one of my recent school efforts which, although funny, she thought was rather clever. Read on for a riddle by me… Do not scroll down yet! I want you to give this your best effort before you skip to the bottom, where you will find the entire masterpiece, complete with answer. In the meantime, as you wrestle with your grey cells, you can grab my badge from …

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Wot So Funee? The Weird Forest (a short story)

by GG I like to read. I like to write. I read fast. I write fast. I am easily bored, so what may begin it’s foray onto paper as genius styling and witty prose, could well tail off into an ugly scrawl as I lose patience and start to crave a skipping rope. At school I have frequently been praised for a good start, then reprimanded for metaphorically wandering off the page and into my neighbour’s pencil case. Wot so funee about that?? C’mon, let me know!!! Now, if you have your own post to link this week, grab the …

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Easter – the photo gallery

In classic GG and Bug style, I give you – what we got up to in church on Easter Sunday morning. I completed a resurrection-themed crossword: And the Bug copied it: Then we both hung around the elderly gentlemen, who seemed keen to collect all the chocolate eggs for us in the Vicar’s egg hunt. Swot you do, right? This is my Photo Gallery post for Sticky Fingers. Will get some better pics next week 😉