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Mollie’s Story

Woo hoo I’m through to the next round so thank you, thank you and thank you muchly for continuing to vote every week for me. I know I say this every week but I really do appreciate it 🙂

So here is the next story………

Mollie’s Story

We had been searching for a while boxer dog to join our family and as a companion for our other boxer, when we came across an advert and gave no thought as to why one puppy remained. A phone call was made and the breeder who said she had no use or if there were no takers for this white boxer puppy she would be put to sleep.

We bought Mollie on 7th November 2008; the first night was probably one of the worst nights ever. Having had Bert from 9 weeks old we were expecting some disruption when putting her in a crate at night for the first time. Within seconds of Mollie being placed in the crate and being left all hell broke loose. I in all my years of keeping dogs have never heard such terrible noises come from a puppy. After a short time I went to check on her, Mollie had repeatedly thrown herself against the side of the crate and had also suffered from extreme projectile diarrhoea. After cleaning her up and checking to make sure the lumps and bumps were not serious I reheated her heat pad, turned the music up slightly and put on a night-light. Two hours later the noise coming from the crate was still as bad, my husband assured me that she would settle down but I knew something was not right although I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what,

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Home for the holidays

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Frazzlebys at the airport

The words above just fill me with dread…..

Every year we have the same family arguments over who’s turn it is to have everyone for Christmas and please take note, when I say everyone I mean everyone which also happens to include Great Aunt Sal who is diabetic and wont go anywhere without her incontinent dog Freddie. Every year I lose, don’t ask me how I manage to end up cooking for 20 plus guests some of which I’m not even flipping related to.

3 years ago the arguments started as usual in October, no phone calls just random voice mails telling me who to expect, dietary requirements and a list of presents that are required.

Sat around the table one evening with Mr F and my 3 emo’s, (Big emo being the eldest, Muggle the middle one and Lil the youngest) (for those of you with pre teen children, emo is the technical term for children when they become adolescent) I decide to broach ‘Christmas with the family’. Sometimes I wish I would just shut my mouth, I really do…. The following comments were made,

“Mum, we all think you and Terrance the turkey are having an affair, nobody sets eyes on you for hours”
“Mum, we do love you but you turn into a neurotic, sprout obsessed colour-sergeant”
“I am not sitting next to Great Aunt Sal she smells of wee, breaks wind and blames it on Uncle Jack”
The list of comments went on and on, Big and Muggle emo’s threatened to go elsewhere if all and sundry were to descend upon us yet again.

With comments still ringing in my ears and the number of guests increasing I went to bed with a heavy heart.

3.00am I sit bolt upright in bed…”Oh my days I’ve got it” I shout at the top of my voice. I Julia Frazzleby have made a decision

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This is London

Woo hoo I’m through to the next round so thank you, thank you and thank you muchly for continuing to vote every week for me 🙂

This week we had to write about London 2012, so here is my entry,

Keep calm

This is London

The eye’s of the world are staring at us, it is the summer of 2012 and the 30th Olympiad has come to town.

As a nation we have spent the 7 years since winning the bid preparing, building, practising, more building, moaning and a few more practise runs thrown in for good measure to ensure we are ready. 

Our motto as a nation is ”be prepared” and prepared we blooming well would be.

This after all is Great Britain!

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A big fat masshoosive thank you once again

Love Frazz

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Round Three – The Park Bench

I have got through to round 3 and its all down to you, so thank you very much :-)

For our second assignment I was given 4 pictures and was asked to write a short story around one of the pictures. The picture I chose was that of a bench firmly nestled away under a large weeping willow tree in a corner of a park.

The Park Bench

The Park Bench

I am a bench nestled in a corner of a park in central in London. I was created from wood and have a brass plate attached to my top slat which reads, In Loving Memory of Arthur R.I.P, sadly he passed away in 1996. The plaque has aged over the years, the bronze now dirty and tainted by the pollution in the air.

My feet are sunk firmly into the grass and I have been positioned under a large weeping willow tree. I am slightly worn, the teak oil applied in the early spring has now faded leaving me a dulish grey brown.

Over the years many young couples have carved their initials within my slats with a heart lovingly carved around them, although they are all now faded they still remain.

I am the keeper of many secrets, some that are sad and some that are happy, I act as a haven for those that need solitude, rest or to play.

My visitors are many, some that visit frequently and others that just pass by taking a moment to sit under the willow and daydream.

Occasionally I have a night visitor and one in particular is a regular, the park keepers turning a blind eye.

John looks like an old man when in fact he is 25, his clothes are ragged and dirty, he has few possessions in the world which he keeps in a tatty rucksack. John carries the weight of the world on his shoulders,

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A big fat masshoosive thank you once again

Love Frazz

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