Saturday Wordzzle #53

The idea is, every week Raven (Views From 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, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.


Complete with my doodles.



This Week's Ten Word Challenge are: chopping block, reading list, bangles, oracle, plan, fandango, spelling bee, calendar, utilitarian, flower pot

Tina checked the calendar for the time of the spelling bee her children were taking part in. Her mother, the oracle as she called her, was taking them as Tina didn’t have any transport at the moment her very old, utilitarian car being in dock. She guessed there wouldn’t be much the mechanic could do with it and it was probably destined for the chopping block. Whilst the children were out Tina’s plan was to catch up on some little jobs like sorting out her bangles, compiling a reading list and cleaning the flower pots ready for planting some seeds. Unfortunately, like most best laid plans, Tina had to take the children herself by bus, as her mother rang to say she’d broken her leg and wouldn’t be doing a fandango any time soon.


Mini Challenge: Siberia, citrus fruit, roofer, shamrock, twinkle twinkle little star

On an education exchange visit to Siberia, Gill didn’t expect the little differences in culture she found, like the children didn’t know the nursery rhyme ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’; had never seen a shamrock and didn’t know what a roofer was. She was pleased that citrus fruit was plentiful, even though it had to be imported.


Megawordzzle

‘Twinkle, twinkle, little star’ recited Mandy, this was the finale of her act, which had been put together by her mother, who was convinced Mandy had talent and was determined to do her best to make sure it was recognised. First she had displayed her prowess in the spelling bee, then danced the fandango before her rendition of the song in the talent competition. The crowd erupted in a deafening round of applause. Mandy was destined to be a star and earn fame and fortune so she could keep her mother, who had worked her hands to the bone since Mandy’s father had died, in luxury.   Paddy, her father, had been a roofer and had an unfortunate accident whilst on a job, the lucky shamrock found in his pocket was Mandy’s most sacred possession, even though it hadn’t proved lucky for Paddy.

Mother had a plan: she had a calendar on which she marked upcoming events that Mandy could take part; she made sure Mandy had a healthy diet with plenty of citrus fruit to guard again colds and flu; she had prepared a reading list for Mandy to improve her vocabulary, thereby improving her spelling and she spent all her spare time sewing various costumes and searching for pretty adornments such as bangles to go with the costumes. No utilitarian costumes and accessories for Mandy, her little flower pot, only the best would do and woe betide Mandy if she didn’t do her absolute best in the competitions, her neck would be on the chopping block.

Suddenly the alarm was buzzing and Mandy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. That was the third time this week she had had the same dream, what did it all mean? The fact was Mandy couldn’t sing a note or dance a step. She was thirty years old and had moved back in with her parents after her marriage had broken up six months ago; her Father was retired after working in Siberia as an engineer for the last five years and her mother fancied herself as a bit of an oracle giving Tarot readings to anyone who would listen.