The idea is, every week Raven (View From A Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either or both it's up to you, and you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven.
This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: cocker spaniel, penultimate, fetters, warranty, tarmac, quartz, paparazzi, apple sauce, earsplitting, lackadaisical
Jazzy, Tricia’s cocker spaniel, chewed through the fetters binding her to the post outside the supermarket and chased across the car park just as Tricia had reached the checkout. She had just nipped in for some apple sauce to go with the pork she was planning for dinner with the family, to celebrate John’s retirement and she was penultimate in the checkout queue. John had telephoned her earlier to say he’d been presented with a quartz carriage clock as a retirement present and that she could expect to see a bit in the local paper about it, as the paparazzi had been there this morning. Tricia was busy thinking about all the jobs she had to do this afternoon, including arranging for a local firm to come and give them a quote on tarmac for drive, John said she mustn’t forget to ask about a warranty too. It wasn’t until she heard the earsplitting scream and looked out of the window that she realized that Jazzy had run off and was causing chaos on the car park. Supermarket employees were chasing him round trying to catch hold of his lead. Tricia groaned inwardly, she mustn’t have tied him up well enough, John was always saying how lackadaisical she was and he was right, oh bugger!
And for the Mini Challenge: spinach, interwoven, compromise, tennis, intangible
Carrie awoke in a sweat - what a weird dream! It was intangible, she didn’t recognize anyone in it apart from that cartoon character that ate spinach, Popeye that was it. The dream was interwoven with cartoons and a game of tennis she’d played at the weekend when she’d had to compromise about a call that she didn’t agree with. She really must stop eating cheese at bedtime she chided herself.
Tim lived in the penultimate house at the end of the quiet lane and as he drew level with his gate he noticed that there was a hole in the tarmac of his drive. “I must get on to them about that” he told himself “It must still be under warranty after only 6 months.” He quickly checked the time on his new quartz timepiece as he took Molly, his cocker spaniel out for her daily walk. Molly stopped suddenly, pulling on the fetters attached to her collar, Tim looked down to see her licking up what appeared to be apple sauce, but he couldn’t be sure, then he heard an earsplitting scream from a child walking with it’s mother a little further down the lane. It turned out that the child had dropped its ice-lolly, which Molly had just devoured. He was feeling rather lackadaisical at the moment, probably burnt out because of the hectic filming schedule he’d had recently, he was well known actor but enjoyed a modicum of peace as only close friends knew exactly where he lived. After a good hour’s walk Tim and Molly rounded the bend on their journey home and as they entered the lane Tim was shocked to see a large group of paparazzi outside his gate. Turning swiftly he made his way to the local pub, he’d stay there until closing and hopefully they would think he was in London and get fed up of waiting, anyway it was a good excuse to go for a pint. Unable to get home for lunch he picked up a menu off the bar, he knew the landlady grew her own vegetables and chuckled as he realized she must have a glut of spinach as all the savoury dishes on the menu were interwoven with the stuff! He ordered some lunch and found himself a seat in the corner opposite the television. The pub was quiet with just a few regulars watching tennis on the television, he’d never been a fan, in fact the scoring system was intangible to him. He would have preferred to have watched motor racing and wondered if the regulars would compromise and switch channels if he bought them a pint. He mentioned the motor racing on the other channel and was pleasantly surprised to hear that the other customers were amiable and willing to watch it, thanking them he bought them a pint and settled down to watch. By closing time he and Molly were ready to head back home and thankfully when they arrived the paparazzi had all disappeared.