<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602</id><updated>2011-11-29T13:50:24.832Z</updated><category term='Rosoff'/><category term='Just'/><category term='live'/><category term='Meg'/><category term='in'/><category term='smoosh'/><category term='i'/><category term='Case'/><category term='now'/><category term='cattle'/><category term='was'/><category term='how i'/><category term='prattle'/><category term='cat'/><category term='review'/><category term='book'/><category term='what'/><category term='dorset'/><title type='text'>stories written by Phoebe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-6469633549969298190</id><published>2010-04-10T18:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:53:57.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Leaves, Dorset, Life</title><content type='html'>Haven't written much recently, been away etc, but thought I would write about Falling Leaves, by Adeline Yen Mah. It is the adult version of Chinese Cinderella, and for me is much more moving, and more about emotions that she and her family feels, than a story. It is very touching when she sees her 'Ye Ye' in his last years of life, and also her emotional struggles as she sees her father, unhappy yet unable to fully reconcile herself to the wrongs he did her. I would recommend reading it, as it is a beautifully written book.&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, I have been away, in Dorset. We stayed in a gorgeous cottage, Owl cottage, near Ringstead Bay. It's set in truly beautiful surroundings, with sea views and many walks close by. I recommend the Smuggler's Inn at Osmington Mills, particularly the fish and chips. Now much refreshed by fires and windy walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-6469633549969298190?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6469633549969298190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=6469633549969298190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6469633549969298190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6469633549969298190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-leaves-dorset-life.html' title='Falling Leaves, Dorset, Life'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1164474319474428646</id><published>2009-11-07T20:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:11:33.161Z</updated><title type='text'>An Education</title><content type='html'>This spell-binding film follows the coming-of-age of Jenny(Carey Mulligan), a young, suburban school-girl in the 60s who dreams of going to Oxford. She plays the cello, has coffee with her friends, and delights in all things French and is happy with life. Then she meets David (Peter Sarsgaard), a 30-ish man who soon seduces her with his worldliness and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Stars/5:*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1164474319474428646?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1164474319474428646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1164474319474428646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1164474319474428646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1164474319474428646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/11/education.html' title='An Education'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5078903842620967278</id><published>2009-09-27T13:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:55:23.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspector Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9gtmokLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VLUK6VwwqcU/s1600-h/an_inspector_calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9gtmokLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VLUK6VwwqcU/s200/an_inspector_calls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386130015939472690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by J.B.Priestley and currently being shown at the Novello Theatre this is an excellent social commentary. The casting is a bit weak, however Eric (the hopless, alcoholic younger brother) is amazing. The set is quite good and is quite deep. Outside is 1945- socialist society and inside is protected conservative 1912. Therefore when Sheila and Eric step outside we see that they are becoming  more socialist. Mrs Birling was a bit too solidly built and over-bearing and Mr Birling had a very fake Northern accent. Sheila was a bit too drunk-s he is meant to be upset about the death and instead is giggling. Gerald is also a bit weak, not quite developed enough.&lt;br /&gt;Stars: ***&lt;br /&gt;Location: Novello Theatre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5078903842620967278?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5078903842620967278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5078903842620967278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5078903842620967278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5078903842620967278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspector-calls.html' title='Inspector Calls'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9gtmokLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VLUK6VwwqcU/s72-c/an_inspector_calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-6478850630068193229</id><published>2009-09-27T13:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:41:10.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9dISZqSmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WDcbcrv5smI/s1600-h/thomaspaine"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9dISZqSmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WDcbcrv5smI/s200/thomaspaine" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386126076318206562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a play on at the Globe about Thomas Paine, an activist in the French and American Revolutions. It is reasonably humorous and has lovely costumes. There is lots of music and people walking through the audience. However the characters are not fully developed and at some points in the play you are left wondering who the characters are. It also tries to cover too much while still maintaining an almost overly slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;Stars:***&lt;br /&gt;Location: The Globe theatre London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9dVxWiu2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/gKszC5YAd0g/s1600-h/theglobe"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9dVxWiu2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/gKszC5YAd0g/s200/theglobe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386126307964926818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-6478850630068193229?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6478850630068193229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=6478850630068193229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6478850630068193229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6478850630068193229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-world.html' title='The New World'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sr9dISZqSmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WDcbcrv5smI/s72-c/thomaspaine' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8444607238323855751</id><published>2009-09-02T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:11:50.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>我 喜欢苹果，面包，鸡蛋 和菜。 我不喜欢咖啡。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8444607238323855751?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8444607238323855751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8444607238323855751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8444607238323855751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8444607238323855751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/09/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1347825865363826890</id><published>2009-08-21T14:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:57:13.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to All That- Robert Graves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Spubgt6nMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4oZPYi46Eic/s1600-h/41pqPtVV-gL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Spubgt6nMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4oZPYi46Eic/s200/41pqPtVV-gL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376061566580372082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Robert Graves's autobiography and one of the most humorous books about the first world war that I have read. It tells of his pre-war years and of his life in the trenches watching his friends dying around him. Indeed at one point he is commanding company 'B' -a company of 5 men. It also tells of the adaptations he has to make to peace and living with a wife and two chldren. The great thing about this book is that you actually feel his cynically humorous outlook at the beginning of the war and his almost depressive sadness towards the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One particularly poignant episode is when the armistice day was declared and he remembers all his freinds who have died. &lt;em&gt;The news sent me out walking alone along the dyke above the marshes of Rhuddlan (an ancient battlefield, the Flodden of Wales), cursing and sobbing and thinking of the dead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siegfried's famous poem celebrating the armistice began:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody suuddenly burst out singing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was filled with such delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As prisoned birds must find freedom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But 'everybody' did not include me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However the book has some very funny moments.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.A great read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Stars/5: *****&lt;br /&gt;Author: Robert Graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;publisher: Pengu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in Autobiography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Price: £8.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1347825865363826890?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1347825865363826890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1347825865363826890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1347825865363826890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1347825865363826890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-to-all-that-robert-graves.html' title='Goodbye to All That- Robert Graves'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Spubgt6nMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4oZPYi46Eic/s72-c/41pqPtVV-gL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-3983997347310194111</id><published>2009-07-15T18:04:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:45:29.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sl4jweupmyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jAeeR8kUzlg/s1600-h/bathboat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sl4jweupmyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jAeeR8kUzlg/s200/bathboat.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759922406890274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling Tales is a new exhibition at the V&amp;amp;A. It has three rooms- The Forest Glade, The Enchanted Castle and Heaven and Hell. My favourite pieces were both in the Forest Glade. They were the Bath boat by Weiki Somers. I thought it was imaginative and it combined two water based subjects.&lt;br /&gt;My other favourite was the Linen-Cupboard-House by Jurgen Bey. This was a little bed made from things that the artist had found like a little cupboard and a mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sl4Ora6HzJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qQejnR91e2c/s1600-h/linen-cupboard-house"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sl4Ora6HzJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qQejnR91e2c/s200/linen-cupboard-house" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736745737735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-3983997347310194111?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3983997347310194111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=3983997347310194111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3983997347310194111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3983997347310194111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/07/telling-tales.html' title='Telling Tales'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sl4jweupmyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jAeeR8kUzlg/s72-c/bathboat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-7950662465493791861</id><published>2009-07-11T19:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:38:59.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Elizabeth/The Innocent Traitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_ss_w_h__0_7?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=lady+elizabeth+alison+weir&amp;amp;sprefix=lady+el"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SljXMSQoZMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_Qk0Dc9JSko/s200/ladyeliz" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357268362817201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click on the pictures to got to Amazon.co.uk and by the book.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_ss_w_h__1_11?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=innocent+traitor+alison+weir&amp;amp;sprefix=innocent+tr"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SljW_986oFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bOUDZHbhzVQ/s200/innocenttraitor" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357268151207370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are both by Alison Weir and they are both novels based on fact. The Lady Elizabeth is about Queen Elizabeth I before she became Queen. It is about her childhood with the mercurial temper of her father. You also learn about the constant suspicion she lived under during Mary's reign. you can really feel her feelings and I strongly recommend reading it.&lt;br /&gt;The Innocent Traitor is about Lady Jane Grey and it is if anything even better than teh Lady Elizabeth. It is from many points of view so you get the full story and the end is really sad I cried the whole way through the last chapter.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Elizabeth (/5):****&lt;br /&gt;The Innocent Traitor (/5): *****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-7950662465493791861?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7950662465493791861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=7950662465493791861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7950662465493791861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7950662465493791861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-elizabeththe-innocent-traitor.html' title='The Lady Elizabeth/The Innocent Traitor'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SljXMSQoZMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_Qk0Dc9JSko/s72-c/ladyeliz' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-7366839848551583524</id><published>2009-03-28T08:37:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:19:41.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Director's Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc5Kf_LkhBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VmfDd32Pf4k/s1600-h/clapperboardL1_800w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc5Kf_LkhBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VmfDd32Pf4k/s200/clapperboardL1_800w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318270123367498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school I have recently joined a new club called &lt;em&gt;Director's Cut &lt;/em&gt;where we are making a film with the help of &lt;a href="http://uk.imdb.com/name/nm0733713/"&gt;Vito Rocco&lt;/a&gt; (director fo the new film &lt;em&gt;Faintheart&lt;/em&gt;). It is called &lt;em&gt;Where is Victoria Nickelson?  &lt;/em&gt;and we just finished filming it with the help of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://palmtreefilms.co.uk/"&gt;Palm Tree Films&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I didn't act but I was clapperboard loader so I clacked the clapperboard and did the takes etc. It was very fun and exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-7366839848551583524?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7366839848551583524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=7366839848551583524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7366839848551583524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7366839848551583524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/directors-cut.html' title='Director&apos;s Cut'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc5Kf_LkhBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VmfDd32Pf4k/s72-c/clapperboardL1_800w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4285306279323598567</id><published>2009-03-28T08:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:34:47.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Nickleby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc3gNlwDnqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NWVpFRRAKcE/s1600-h/nicholas+nickleby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc3gNlwDnqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NWVpFRRAKcE/s200/nicholas+nickleby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318153259071020706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas Nickleby&lt;/em&gt; by Charles Dickens is the story of a boy who has lived all his life in the country and now his indebted  father has died must find work to support his mother and sister. He goes to his uncle for help and is given a place in the infamous Dotheboy's Hall, run by Squeers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This book is funny, including men throwing cucumbers and vegetable marrows over the wall and an overly imaginitive mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5: ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4285306279323598567?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4285306279323598567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4285306279323598567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4285306279323598567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4285306279323598567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/nicholas-nickleby.html' title='Nicholas Nickleby'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sc3gNlwDnqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NWVpFRRAKcE/s72-c/nicholas+nickleby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8901693350330951485</id><published>2009-03-22T15:37:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:44:45.320Z</updated><title type='text'>A Little History of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/ScZc23qMZNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BtSd1UMsGJM/s1600-h/little-history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/ScZc23qMZNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BtSd1UMsGJM/s200/little-history.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038507881063634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Little History of the World  &lt;/em&gt;by E.H. Gombrich is easy-to-read and informative. It goes round most of the world giving you the most important happenings in each place. These happenings are placed roughly chronologically with the rest of the world. it is simple to understand and told in the manner of  a storybook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5: ****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8901693350330951485?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8901693350330951485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8901693350330951485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8901693350330951485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8901693350330951485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-history-of-world.html' title='A Little History of the World'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/ScZc23qMZNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BtSd1UMsGJM/s72-c/little-history.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-864479139613862868</id><published>2009-03-15T14:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:58:23.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Chocolat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0XhBRqpzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F3ippj3m9n8/s1600-h/chocolat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0XhBRqpzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F3ippj3m9n8/s200/chocolat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428991412709170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both the film, directed by Lasse Halstrom and the book written by Joanne Harris are amazing. The film, starring Juliette Binoche as Vianne and Judi Dench as Amande Voizin, is told from Vianne and her daughter Anouk's pint of view whereas the book tells from both their view and the priest, Reynaud's view.&lt;p&gt;It is the story of Vianne Rocher and her daughter Anouk moving to a small extremely Catholic village in France and setting up a chocolate shop, on the first day of Lent. They learn to overcome the difficulties with the villagers and to help them with their problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star(film)/5: ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star(book)/5: ****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-864479139613862868?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/864479139613862868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=864479139613862868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/864479139613862868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/864479139613862868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolat.html' title='Chocolat'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0XhBRqpzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F3ippj3m9n8/s72-c/chocolat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1785215573688954560</id><published>2009-03-15T14:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:47:42.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0U5jhqM-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7TvZ-c8qG20/s1600-h/Becoming-QueenBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0U5jhqM-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7TvZ-c8qG20/s200/Becoming-QueenBIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426114388571106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The film, &lt;em&gt;Young Victoria, &lt;/em&gt;is supposedly based on this book by Kate Williams. The first half of the book is about Princess Charlotte and her mother- Caroline. We learn how the death of Charlotte shaped Victoria's reign and England. It is well written, cleverly informative and filled with quotes, without being boring or overly researched. It also has several pages of colour pictures which are well-captioned and useful.&lt;p&gt;Stars/5: ****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1785215573688954560?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1785215573688954560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1785215573688954560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1785215573688954560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1785215573688954560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-queen.html' title='Becoming Queen'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Sb0U5jhqM-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7TvZ-c8qG20/s72-c/Becoming-QueenBIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4814328179684468124</id><published>2009-03-14T08:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:36:54.302Z</updated><title type='text'>The Ruslting in the Bushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every time I walked past those bushes, I heard it- the rustling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother just says "You're imagining it,you are an excitable young girl." Sometimes she would add  "What kind of a wife will you make?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I can see a face, a starving, lonely face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told Mother but she said  "You should live more in the real world, how will you bring up children?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day I saw a man, a strong man, a tall man. A man with a sack. One day the girl didn't come home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now there are two lonely, starving faces in the hedge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4814328179684468124?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4814328179684468124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4814328179684468124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4814328179684468124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4814328179684468124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruslting-in-bushes.html' title='The Ruslting in the Bushes'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-3694292286045868479</id><published>2009-03-01T15:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:39:18.618Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>Meg Rosoff</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday 24 Feb, Meg Rosoff came into our school to talk to us. She had had a perfect life till she was 20. She was and A* student and was always perfect. When she was 20 however she began to have her teenage years, she went to Harvard and hated so she stayed out all night. She went into advertizing and just kept getting fired. So she began to write, her first novel was called &lt;em&gt;How I Live Now, &lt;/em&gt;which is about a girl who leaves from NYC and goes to live in England with her cousins. While she is there the 3rd world war started. Stars/5***. Her second book, &lt;em&gt;Just in Case&lt;/em&gt;, is about a boy who tries ot evade death stars/5: ***. Her third book is called What I Was.&lt;p&gt;A picture of Meg Rosoff:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqsBdSnVPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nxsDRTNzEag/s200/meg_rosoff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308244251852100850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-3694292286045868479?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3694292286045868479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=3694292286045868479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3694292286045868479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3694292286045868479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/meg-rosoff.html' title='Meg Rosoff'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqsBdSnVPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nxsDRTNzEag/s72-c/meg_rosoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-6105161000945982957</id><published>2009-03-01T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:26:38.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Planet of the Apes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqpIlCMF8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/QaHMXdFCLKA/s1600-h/planet-apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqpIlCMF8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/QaHMXdFCLKA/s200/planet-apes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308241075654891458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The great, sometimes scary film pulled at the heartstrings and the fears. It was terrific. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Made: Better version was made in 1968, not so good was made in 2001.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5: *****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-6105161000945982957?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6105161000945982957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=6105161000945982957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6105161000945982957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6105161000945982957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/planet-of-apes.html' title='Planet of the Apes'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqpIlCMF8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/QaHMXdFCLKA/s72-c/planet-apes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1620219902238062857</id><published>2009-03-01T15:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:20:06.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Admirable Crichton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This comedy written in 1902 by J.M. Barrie is funny but also an analysis of Edwardian society. It's most important charcterss are: Crichton, Lord Loam, Lady Mary, Lady Catherine, Lady Agatha, Tweeny and Treherne. All these carachters get wrecked on a desert island with Lord Loam and it is about what happens to society there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5:****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For our English homework we had to make or write something in response to the book. I chose to make clothes that they might have worn on the island so here are some pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqnLCqYgvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iHtbq8hJbzs/s200/Ac2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238918944588530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqnLeNcBvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S4fLA3TcUp4/s200/tweenyac2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238926339376882" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqnL2Zu97I/AAAAAAAAAFg/LFVvjplIqk0/s200/tweenyac3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238932833400754" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1620219902238062857?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1620219902238062857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1620219902238062857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1620219902238062857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1620219902238062857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/03/admirable-crichton.html' title='Admirable Crichton'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaqnLCqYgvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iHtbq8hJbzs/s72-c/Ac2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-3757281280822076335</id><published>2009-02-22T09:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:11:10.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly School :-(</title><content type='html'>It is nearly time to go back to school :-( Didnt that holiday go quickly- how dull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-3757281280822076335?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3757281280822076335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=3757281280822076335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3757281280822076335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3757281280822076335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/02/nearly-school.html' title='Nearly School :-('/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-7531093737845602397</id><published>2009-02-22T08:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:57:48.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Half-term</title><content type='html'>It is half-term!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;p&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaESvrNwk2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/t55q8NARrgo/s200/DSCF1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305542446282740578" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-7531093737845602397?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7531093737845602397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=7531093737845602397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7531093737845602397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7531093737845602397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-term.html' title='Half-term'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SaESvrNwk2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/t55q8NARrgo/s72-c/DSCF1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8602104844854128543</id><published>2009-01-10T18:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:39:03.027Z</updated><title type='text'>The Playful and the Profound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SXclayzZy0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NnbSF8xHeXw/s1600-h/hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293741029241506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SXclayzZy0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NnbSF8xHeXw/s200/hand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went with my school to this fun art exhibiton on at the Barbican. All along one of the walls were projectors and you could make fun shapes. The best way to enjoy this exhibiton is by taking a camera and posing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8602104844854128543?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8602104844854128543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8602104844854128543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8602104844854128543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8602104844854128543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/01/playful-and-profound.html' title='The Playful and the Profound'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SXclayzZy0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NnbSF8xHeXw/s72-c/hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1563544605228732347</id><published>2009-01-03T13:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:40:02.631Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorset'/><title type='text'>My holiday in Dorset</title><content type='html'>on holiday we went to Dorset, to house-sit for some friends. They had two dogs and two cats. The two dogs were called Puffin and Cheater and the two cats were called Smoosh and Dory.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289734073581660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SWjpHRwdaRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xrj_2y1dTdQ/s200/DSCF0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SV9jlSyzPNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8RyNrDuXV-0/s1600-h/DSCF0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287053979907472594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SV9jlSyzPNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8RyNrDuXV-0/s200/DSCF0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1563544605228732347?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1563544605228732347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1563544605228732347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1563544605228732347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1563544605228732347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2009/01/smoosh.html' title='My holiday in Dorset'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SWjpHRwdaRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xrj_2y1dTdQ/s72-c/DSCF0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8412182416429544583</id><published>2008-10-18T12:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:42:04.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Knit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SPnLDb0eDbI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJDsM0muAlg/s1600-h/innocentsmoothiehats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SPnLDb0eDbI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJDsM0muAlg/s200/innocentsmoothiehats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258457299799641522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The big knit was organised by Innocent and Sainsbury's and every hat on the bottle that they sell they give 50p to Age Concern. Age Concern looks after old people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SPnLeZr-fCI/AAAAAAAAADs/XYLnLw1XEjU/s200/ageconcern.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258457763083615266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8412182416429544583?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8412182416429544583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8412182416429544583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8412182416429544583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8412182416429544583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-knit.html' title='The Big Knit'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SPnLDb0eDbI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJDsM0muAlg/s72-c/innocentsmoothiehats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-2113705519651558615</id><published>2008-09-17T19:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:23:15.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomp</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This  loud, funny and great show was amazing. There is hardly any speech at all and the rythyms are simple but with an unusual choice of instruments, such as rubbish bins, paint cans and brooms. I laughed almost the whole wa through it and I thought it was a great show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING:Not suitable for those who don't like loud noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stars:*****/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-2113705519651558615?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2113705519651558615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=2113705519651558615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2113705519651558615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2113705519651558615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/09/stomp.html' title='Stomp'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5465445181370460661</id><published>2008-08-25T10:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:38:03.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turd shaped chocolate bread rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SLJ9XoWDqSI/AAAAAAAAADU/FwvCz9rFirk/s1600-h/DSCF0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SLJ9XoWDqSI/AAAAAAAAADU/FwvCz9rFirk/s200/DSCF0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238387161505704226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Dad made these delicious bread rolls for us. He rolls the dough into a sausage shape and then shapes them into dinosaur turd shaped buns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5465445181370460661?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5465445181370460661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5465445181370460661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5465445181370460661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5465445181370460661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/08/turd-shaped-chocolate-bread-rolls.html' title='Turd shaped chocolate bread rolls'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SLJ9XoWDqSI/AAAAAAAAADU/FwvCz9rFirk/s72-c/DSCF0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5447417034057256689</id><published>2008-07-24T19:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:45:09.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to see Mamma Mia at the theatre on Saturday. It was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story is set on a Greek desert Island where Donna and her daughter run a holiday hotel. Sophie is just about to get married and so she invites the three mentwho could be her fathe to the party. Donna is thrown back into the past. this great musical accompanied by top-hits like Dancing Queen, Mama Mia and Moneey, money,money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is the ultimate feel good story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5:*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5447417034057256689?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5447417034057256689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5447417034057256689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5447417034057256689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5447417034057256689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-3038769341573504973</id><published>2008-07-21T17:09:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:59:46.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beadlings</title><content type='html'>Beadlings are small animals or humans made of wire and beads. They are fun to make and they can be onamental toppings or given as gifts. They are excellent to make during holidays and weekends.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIYA-F8M10I/AAAAAAAAADM/Qv8RCIQWS8Y/s200/DSCF0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225865484356605762" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some of the ones I have made so far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I am hoping to make a video of how to make a butterfly which you can find on youtube soon under the keywords: beadlings back forth technique wire beads&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-3038769341573504973?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3038769341573504973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=3038769341573504973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3038769341573504973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/3038769341573504973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/07/beadlings.html' title='Beadlings'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIYA-F8M10I/AAAAAAAAADM/Qv8RCIQWS8Y/s72-c/DSCF0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8418445157980714251</id><published>2008-07-21T17:09:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:31:22.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef</title><content type='html'>On Monday I went to the Hayward gallery and saw an exhibition of crotcheted coral, designed to help bring awareness to the fast vanishing Australian coral reefs. Some pieces were incredibly lifelike and beautiful.&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIW1Y4Tj88I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qYMjPo6zAyk/s200/DSCF0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225782381669249986" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two examples ofthe delicacy of some of the pieces in the exhibition &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIW2uWPSewI/AAAAAAAAADE/rdi2aJqZBIE/s200/DSCF0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225783849993272066" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All were lovely, imaginitive. The whole exhibition had a hue rang in colour from right pinks and oranges to whites to darker colours. The great thing about the exhibition was how imaginitive it was.The coral had not just been crocheted out of wool but different materials such as:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recycled materials                          &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIW0WNS2FWI/AAAAAAAAACk/X7NKwZhOXfQ/s200/DSCF0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225781236252153186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beads           &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIWz2weTI2I/AAAAAAAAACc/vITqE7bxPVY/s200/DSCF0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225780695939621730" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other imaginitive thing was the layout, the exhibits were not simply in glass cases in corners, most of them, excluding two, there was no glass covering but there were many wall exhibits and event a few ceiling ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;      &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIW04TWPL9I/AAAAAAAAACs/7HBlFhgpXP8/s200/DSCF0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225781821992546258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an amazing exhibition and I strongly recomend it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Details:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 June- 17 August&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hayward Gallery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8418445157980714251?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8418445157980714251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8418445157980714251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8418445157980714251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8418445157980714251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/07/hyperbolic-crochet-coral-reef.html' title='Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/SIW1Y4Tj88I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qYMjPo6zAyk/s72-c/DSCF0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5980189458919391751</id><published>2008-06-23T17:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:21:24.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I went to a midnight matinee of a Midsummer Night's Dream. I thought that the prosuction overall was fairly good and it was very funny in places. Theseus/Oberon was terrific and played his part to the upmost however Hyppolyta/Titania was not as good. Puck was not portrayed well. Lysander and Demetrius were excelllent and so were Hermia and Helena. It was very funny but boring in places.&lt;br /&gt;Stars:***&lt;br /&gt;Venue: The Globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5980189458919391751?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5980189458919391751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5980189458919391751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5980189458919391751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5980189458919391751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/06/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-2133221468642980704</id><published>2008-06-10T17:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:26:54.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>See my Book Reviews on Youtube</title><content type='html'>I have put up my first book review on YouTube. It is for Black Heart of Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;Visit it at: &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhm0qIhFPOQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhm0qIhFPOQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hopefully going to become a Book of the Week thing with a new video going up every week  with some of my friends coming in and giving their book of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-2133221468642980704?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2133221468642980704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=2133221468642980704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2133221468642980704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2133221468642980704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-my-book-reviews-on-youtube.html' title='See my Book Reviews on Youtube'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-178732679955724961</id><published>2008-04-13T08:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:16:10.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>China Design Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This exhibition held at the Victoria and Albert museum was rubbish. It had no nice old Chinese stuff it was all magazines which had been collected, webzines and models of Chinese schools etc. My grandmother who took me described it as a badly presented trade show and totally uninspiring. The only good thing about it wass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars/5:*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-178732679955724961?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/178732679955724961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=178732679955724961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/178732679955724961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/178732679955724961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/04/china-design-now.html' title='China Design Now'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4815947709544535293</id><published>2008-02-29T18:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:14:32.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You probably  haven't heard of pigeon lessons. That is because they don't really exist. Our one happened in the middle of a maths lesson. We were doing Coordinates and discussing something quite calmly. Then it all happened. A pigeon had come in through our open window. It was happily perched on some books virtually oblivious to the fact that virtually everyone was screaming. Our brave maths teacher went to open the other window when the pigeon just flew out the way it had come in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an exciting maths lesson!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4815947709544535293?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4815947709544535293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4815947709544535293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4815947709544535293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4815947709544535293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pigeon-lesson.html' title='Pigeon lesson.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-6539363389351970283</id><published>2008-02-22T19:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:07:41.976Z</updated><title type='text'>The game of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is really cool if you make your own designs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.math.com/students/wonders/life/life.html"&gt;http://www.math.com/students/wonders/life/life.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To play click Play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules are;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*If a dead cell is surrounded by 3 live cells it becomes live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*If a live cell is surrounded by 2 or three live cells it stays live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* If a cell is surrounded by 1/2 cells it dies  and it dies if it surrounded by too many cells. i.e. 4+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These mak more sense when you have played&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make your own which I suggest:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click Play Life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will come up with a gridded window. There is  control pad at the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click(double/single) clear and then the grid will be blank you can then design your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you have finished designing click go this will 'animate' you design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When designing remember the rules or it won't work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have Fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-6539363389351970283?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6539363389351970283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=6539363389351970283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6539363389351970283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6539363389351970283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/02/game-of-life.html' title='The game of Life'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5957479193593196855</id><published>2008-02-22T18:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:33:00.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Stir-Fry Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At CLSG, Thursday 21 February the stir-fry started smoking and the fire-alam went off at approximately  2:25 p.m. so most people were  still eating lunch. We went and stood outside and by 2:30 we were all outside reception and the fire-engine came and right through the pedestrian only part right up outside the school with its siren going. Everyone cheered and clapped the about 5 fire-men went running  up the steps in there brown uniform and yellow hard hats. About 5 minutes later they all came running out again and again everyone cheered and clapped. When we went back in and back to our lunch the fire-men had successfully stopped the stir-fry from smoking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all very exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5957479193593196855?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5957479193593196855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5957479193593196855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5957479193593196855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5957479193593196855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/02/stir-fry-fire.html' title='Stir-Fry Fire'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-8617095848345900704</id><published>2008-01-24T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:26:50.058Z</updated><title type='text'>It's not the Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is a bit late but.... It's NOT`the holidays! It's....Term time:-(  Well I guess it's not so bad, I can see my friends  but wouldn't you love to be able to spend time doing whatever you want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-8617095848345900704?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8617095848345900704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=8617095848345900704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8617095848345900704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/8617095848345900704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-holidays.html' title='It&apos;s not the Holidays!'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5415101394259590987</id><published>2008-01-07T14:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:41:27.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Author: Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;Plot: Rusty a young American girl is returning to England after being evacuated to America during ww2. The story is about the troubles she faces in settling back into England. When she is sent to boarding school her troubles get 5 times worse.&lt;br /&gt;Stars/5:****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5415101394259590987?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5415101394259590987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5415101394259590987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5415101394259590987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5415101394259590987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-7233859522366200291</id><published>2007-12-19T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:47:59.705Z</updated><title type='text'>The Stuff of Nightmares-Malorie Blackman.</title><content type='html'>The Stuff of Nightmares is the scariest book I have read in ages.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their is a train crash and his whole class is on it. He wanders from classmate to classmate but suddenly he starts going into their nightmares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is seriously creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's bad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost too creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars /5: *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-7233859522366200291?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7233859522366200291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=7233859522366200291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7233859522366200291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7233859522366200291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuff-of-nightmares-malorie-blackman.html' title='The Stuff of Nightmares-Malorie Blackman.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4059116559545461128</id><published>2007-12-14T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:43:21.939Z</updated><title type='text'>The Tutankhamon Exhibition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K-shZ5DgI/AAAAAAAAABM/NMVkkm1thHs/s1600-h/liver+holder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K-shZ5DgI/AAAAAAAAABM/NMVkkm1thHs/s200/liver+holder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143883396501016066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tutankhamon Exhibition at the O2 Building was reasonably good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good points: There was a lot of interesting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad points: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was too much stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much queuing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't have the real mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture 0f Liver Casket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars/5:**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4059116559545461128?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4059116559545461128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4059116559545461128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4059116559545461128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4059116559545461128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/tutankhamon-exhibition.html' title='The Tutankhamon Exhibition.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K-shZ5DgI/AAAAAAAAABM/NMVkkm1thHs/s72-c/liver+holder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-2942072785187512895</id><published>2007-12-14T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:31:51.369Z</updated><title type='text'>'The Principessa'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K8OxZ5DfI/AAAAAAAAABE/eK9eq7WbqSk/s1600-h/the+principessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K8OxZ5DfI/AAAAAAAAABE/eK9eq7WbqSk/s200/the+principessa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143880686376652274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'The Principessa' is a book, set in the time of James the  first.  It is full of spying and adventure. I loved it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plot: England has taken a loan from La Spada, their ruler is mad, dying of the Great Pox. He wants the loan repaid, two years early. England can't afford to repay this loan. Cecil sends Francis Quoynt, a firemaster out to dissuade the ruler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars/5: ****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-2942072785187512895?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2942072785187512895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=2942072785187512895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2942072785187512895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2942072785187512895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/principessa.html' title='&apos;The Principessa&apos;'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/R2K8OxZ5DfI/AAAAAAAAABE/eK9eq7WbqSk/s72-c/the+principessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-7166936495578133704</id><published>2007-12-14T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:41:58.700Z</updated><title type='text'>It's the holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The entire school broke up today. It  is officially the holidays. "Where are you going for the holidays?", "Merry Christmas" and "I hope I get lots of presents." have been buzzing around the school for days. And now it's finally here. &lt;div&gt;We ended the term with lots of fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House Quiz. St Bride won.(booooooooooo!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The handing of the Big Cheque for: £20,532.28 to  representatives of the Tubular Sclerosis charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had the most amazing school play: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrooge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately pictures are unavailable at the moment but are coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-7166936495578133704?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/7166936495578133704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=7166936495578133704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7166936495578133704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/7166936495578133704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-holidays.html' title='It&apos;s the holidays!'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5490483921110663954</id><published>2007-10-21T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:27:47.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Building the Empire State Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs1Y6jGVyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gVktZLeHO1c/s1600-h/empire1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs1Y6jGVyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gVktZLeHO1c/s320/empire1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123747703213676322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs1HajGVxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nPVbbTcBD3o/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs1HajGVxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nPVbbTcBD3o/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123747402565965586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Guardian was giving away steps and cut-outs to build a model of the Empire State Building and send in a photo of yourself and your model for the chance to win two tickets for New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I built it with my Dad and sent in the photo today.&lt;br /&gt;In two&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/Copy%20of%20empire1.JPG" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;days it was built and photographed and I hope we win!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/base/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/base/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/base/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DCIM/100_FUJI/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5490483921110663954?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5490483921110663954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5490483921110663954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5490483921110663954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5490483921110663954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/10/building-empire-state-building.html' title='Building the Empire State Building'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs1Y6jGVyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gVktZLeHO1c/s72-c/empire1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-6911210116509682884</id><published>2007-09-25T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:34:12.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Sayers Croft</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" height="250" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant adventure camp filled with lots of things to do including:&lt;br /&gt;Rope climbing&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;Shelter building&lt;br /&gt;Team activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it is mainly for schools but anyway here is the address;&lt;br /&gt;Sayers Croft&lt;br /&gt;Surrey&lt;br /&gt;Gu6&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs5U6jGV0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/auK506QQE0c/s1600-h/sayerscroft.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs5U6jGV0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/auK506QQE0c/s320/sayerscroft.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123752032540710722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-6911210116509682884?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6911210116509682884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=6911210116509682884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6911210116509682884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/6911210116509682884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/09/sayers-croft.html' title='Sayers Croft'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BK4xgoYkTxw/Rxs5U6jGV0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/auK506QQE0c/s72-c/sayerscroft.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-2373503447880495709</id><published>2007-09-22T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:22:10.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zombie Men.</title><content type='html'>"Hey Annie! Wasn't that driver a zombie?" asked Cat.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid. Of course it wasn't. How could it be?" replied her friend..&lt;br /&gt;"If you say so... Come on, race you to the cafe!" shouted Cat.&lt;br /&gt;In front of them stood Dorothy staring at a passing bus.&lt;br /&gt;"What's up Dot?" asked Annie.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-2373503447880495709?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2373503447880495709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=2373503447880495709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2373503447880495709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/2373503447880495709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/09/zombie-men.html' title='The Zombie Men.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-5468829079043987577</id><published>2007-08-05T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:00:29.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The air was hot and humid. No cool breeze was blowing, the birds  weren't singing. Nothing.  It was the middle of June. Alice lay on the silk counterpane and decided to ring the bell for her nurse-maid again, so she could scream at her for being slow. Then she would order a lemonade with three cubes of ice in a cool glass.&lt;br /&gt;A woman came in. She was young, about 25, dressed in a maids uniform. "Why weren't you there when I rang for you?! You're lazy and stupid, we should sack you!" screamed Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"I am very sorry Miss Alice. What did you call for?" answered the Nurse-maid meekly.&lt;br /&gt;"I want a lemonade with three ice cubes and in a tall glass. I want it now!"ordered Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"I will go and get it for you Miss Alice." and so the Nurse-maid hurried away.&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later she re-entered carrying a glass.&lt;br /&gt;"Put it down. Help me dress." said Alice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-5468829079043987577?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5468829079043987577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=5468829079043987577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5468829079043987577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/5468829079043987577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/08/air-was-hot-and-humid.html' title=''/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4350443413884372203</id><published>2007-07-26T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:36:26.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Dupont</title><content type='html'>Monsieur Dupont sat drinking coffee and eating his morning croissant in his London flat that had all the designs and furniture from around 1750. He pressed a small silver bell and a pretty English maid entered in the dress of a flower seller but her strongly English accent ruined all the careful French costume. "I have brought your tray in, Monsieur" she said staggering under a large tray of butter and jam and yet more croissants.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you Emilie. I will send for you to take my tray away. Any post?"&lt;br /&gt;"No Monsieur."&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Dupont began refilling his slightly rounded body again. Dring, dring, dring trilled the doorbell. Emily left the room and led in Mr Homes.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. Bonjour Monsieur Homes."&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Dupont. Mind if I smoke?" replied Mr Homes&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all. Not  at all my dear Homes" replied Monsieur Dupont brightly.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you," proceeded Mr Homes, "We have a matter that you might be able to help us in..."&lt;br /&gt;"...Scotland Yard is having trouble then? You call upon moi, to help you?" cut in Monsieur Dupont.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Yes. An emerald  cigarette case with three rubies in the middle has gone missing. It belongs to the Earl of Sordingham. You may have heard of him?" continued Mr Homes.&lt;br /&gt;"I have heard of him yes, a story in the papers maybe." answered Monsieur Dupont.&lt;br /&gt;" His wife was recently abducted and soon after commited suicide." answered Homes.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes. That story interested me greatly.  Suspicious do you  not think? I didn't know about the cigarette case however." said Monsieur Dupont.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, anyway, will you come with us? We may need you, my friend." requested Homes.&lt;br /&gt;" Certainly, my dear Homes. Monsieur Dupont is at your service." replied Dupont.&lt;br /&gt;They leave and get into Homes's car.&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are, Sordingham hall. Let's go in shall we?" questioned Homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4350443413884372203?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4350443413884372203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4350443413884372203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4350443413884372203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4350443413884372203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/monsieur-dupont.html' title='Monsieur Dupont'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-4832374807233581396</id><published>2007-07-26T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:36:01.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Harry, Ron and Hermione have left Hogwarts, missing out their last year.&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort has taken over the Ministry for Magic and Harry's dreams are getting more and more common.&lt;br /&gt;Will they find the Horcruxes?&lt;br /&gt;Will Harry or Voledemort or both die?&lt;br /&gt;And do you want to know what the bad sides to Dumbledore?&lt;br /&gt;What are the good sides to Snape?&lt;br /&gt;Will all muggles die?&lt;br /&gt;Read the book to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Bad ending&lt;br /&gt;Good:find out lots of answers about Dumbledore's youth and "wisdom"&lt;br /&gt;Overall:Quite a good read possibly one of J. K. Rowlings best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars: ***1/2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-4832374807233581396?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4832374807233581396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=4832374807233581396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4832374807233581396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/4832374807233581396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-1416678118285963018</id><published>2007-07-25T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:06:00.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverhampton Art Gallery</title><content type='html'>Wolverhampton Art Gallery is the best museum ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There is a show by a Korean artist who has several galleries to himself. His name is Choi Jeong  Hwa and the exhibition ends on 1st September. He  at an unusual side of art for example in one room against a wall is a pile of tiny  circle and broken pieces of circle magnets and you can go and touch them and "play" with them. There are also his welcome strips. In these he puts together a selection of things like shoes into a long collection of this one object and on one side is a piece  of paper saying welcome and on the other it is in Japanese. There is also a collection of mad things including vases sculpted from soap and a bead headress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exhibitions that I loved were permanent. One was Georgian and Victorian with a box of dressing up clothes to show you what Georgian theatre was like and you can dress in the clothes. There is a piece of foam that you tie around and then put on a dress with lots of embroidery and where the foam is there is the bump that a bustle would have given you. Then on top you add a wig and a hat made by the lady on reception downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see their website? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.wolverhamptonart.org.uk/"&gt;http://www.wolverhamptonart.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-1416678118285963018?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/1416678118285963018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=1416678118285963018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1416678118285963018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/1416678118285963018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/07/wolverhampton-art-gallery.html' title='Wolverhampton Art Gallery'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-117389846449599178</id><published>2007-03-14T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:11:04.943Z</updated><title type='text'>The  Shelf in the  Closet</title><content type='html'>This wasn't any old closet through the warm and soft towels, the nicely airing linen and the slightly damp clothes all on the racks was an empty shelf. Well empty that is except for two onaments that were glued there.One was a fairy with wings coloured like sunsets, blonde hair and clear blue-green eyes that looked like the sea. The other was a witch. This witch had a jet black dress and her hair was as murky as a muddy pond. She also had slightly green skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pulled either of these ornaments a small door that was almost invisible when shut opened and it was so small that even children would have to bend slightly. Inside was a laboratory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-117389846449599178?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/117389846449599178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=117389846449599178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/117389846449599178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/117389846449599178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/03/shelf-in-closet.html' title='The  Shelf in the  Closet'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-117153968476374400</id><published>2007-02-15T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:41:24.776Z</updated><title type='text'>The Sims Complete Collection 1</title><content type='html'>Has anyone got this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it this week and I'm now completely addicted to it. My daughter (in sims) was sent to military school. I made a woman with 5 cats and now I'm using a family with 3 girls and 2 boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-117153968476374400?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/117153968476374400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=117153968476374400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/117153968476374400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/117153968476374400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/02/sims-complete-collection-1.html' title='The Sims Complete Collection 1'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116999903336884915</id><published>2007-01-28T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:46:32.246Z</updated><title type='text'>wallace collection, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.museumnetworkuk.org/portraits/activities/makeMeLaugh/makeMeLaugh.html"&gt;The Laughing Cavalier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116999903336884915?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116999903336884915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116999903336884915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116999903336884915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116999903336884915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/01/wallace-collection-london.html' title='wallace collection, London'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116997687476612986</id><published>2007-01-28T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:52:51.370Z</updated><title type='text'>My First Printed Work</title><content type='html'>In this weeks edition of First News, extracts of my interview with Brian Haw (October 2006) were published. The newspaper included a couple of pictures I had taken of me interviewing Brian Haw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116997687476612986?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116997687476612986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116997687476612986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116997687476612986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116997687476612986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-printed-work.html' title='My First Printed Work'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116878392490954879</id><published>2007-01-14T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:12:04.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love history so here is some stuff I wrote on the 2ww my favourite topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARL HARBOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl harbour was a USA naval training base.Pearl Harbour was the Japanese bombed the USA colony of Pearl Harbour. This lead to America, a powerful enemy, being involved in  WW2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bombing of Pearl Harbour 4 more battles occurred in which Hiroshima and Nagasaki was bombed before America beat Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPAGANDA&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda is a type of advertising. In ww2 it was used to make people believe something. By doing it in a subtle way the people didn’t realize what was hapenining to them. In ww2 posters said things like “coughs and sneezes spread diseases. Trap germs in your hankerchief, keep Britain fighting fit” They also wrote things saying don’t waste money from the war effort on bugs with a picture of a bug with a Hitler hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black propaganda is when you try and damage the enemies’ morale. An example of German black propaganda is when the English were fighting in Italy the Germans dropped leaflets saying back in merry old England the Yanks have lots of money and time for your women. The British dropped leaflets on Germany about anti nazi campaigns and pretended they were written by Germans to make German’s confused if there was a revolution against the Nazis or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NAZIS GAIN POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirement for the Nazis when they came to power was to sort out Germany’s economy (money). Hitler ruled a dictatorship and anyone who was anti-nazi, Jews, gypsies or did not agree with Hitler was sent to a concentration camp. However when news of Hitler poisoning himself seeped out weeping was common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you were a youth you were expected to go to Deutshes Jungvolk and then if you were a boy Hitler Jugend (HJ) or Hitler youth and Bund Deutsher Madel if a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116878392490954879?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116878392490954879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116878392490954879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116878392490954879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116878392490954879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-history-so-here-is-some-stuff-i.html' title=''/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116688617856942772</id><published>2006-12-23T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:02:58.586Z</updated><title type='text'>noughts and crosses</title><content type='html'>Author: Malorie Blackman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; type: book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; plot: A world were the rulers are black and white slavery has just been abolished, where crosses don't mix with noughts and defying all the rules of society a rich cross girl, daughter of one of the most important people in this world - Sephy and a nought boy- Callum try to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stars:****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116688617856942772?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116688617856942772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116688617856942772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116688617856942772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116688617856942772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/12/noughts-and-crosses.html' title='noughts and crosses'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116652828039384655</id><published>2006-12-19T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:40:28.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Eragon-the film</title><content type='html'>title: Eragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot: Eragon finds a  dragon egg and sets off on a marvellous journey to the opposers of Galbatorix's reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closeness to book: When I watched the film I remembered huge great chunks of the book.&lt;br /&gt;However they missed out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good points: exciting and made me jump out my seat a couple of times. The shade's servants are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad points: relied too much on special effects. shade's makeup could be better. dragon scales bad. could make brom's chrystal mound much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coments: if the film makers had spent longer on it they could have made it much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars:***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116652828039384655?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116652828039384655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116652828039384655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116652828039384655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116652828039384655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon-film.html' title='Eragon-the film'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116531169703782605</id><published>2006-12-05T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:05:20.186Z</updated><title type='text'>peter pan in scarlet</title><content type='html'>The magnificent sequel to Peter Pan and Wendy written by Geraldine McCaughrean for  an older age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost boys are grown ups and have been having nightmares about Neverland finally Wendy finds a fairy and transports them to Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan has changed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments: good, gripping, funny and in places almost frightening. A great read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars out of 5: ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116531169703782605?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116531169703782605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116531169703782605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116531169703782605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116531169703782605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/12/peter-pan-in-scarlet.html' title='peter pan in scarlet'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116447675888946909</id><published>2006-11-25T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:45:58.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Half-moon investigations</title><content type='html'>Author: Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fletcher Moon is a private detective aged 12. He's even got a badge to prove it. But even so can he solve what seems to start as playgrouund trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116447675888946909?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116447675888946909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116447675888946909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116447675888946909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116447675888946909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/11/half-moon-investigations.html' title='Half-moon investigations'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116438882384856990</id><published>2006-11-24T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:53:19.246Z</updated><title type='text'>cooking</title><content type='html'>I love cooking mainly because of the (hopefully) delicious results after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some very good sites and books for cooking: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a cool book written by a teenager:&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Cooking up a Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is about family and knitting mainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yarnstorm.blogs.com"&gt;http://www.yarnstorm.blogs.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='cooking'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116430935253036871</id><published>2006-11-23T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:03:52.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>I like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like:&lt;br /&gt;amazing adders,&lt;br /&gt;brilliant birds,&lt;br /&gt;cute cats,&lt;br /&gt;dreamy dalmations,&lt;br /&gt;enormous elephants,&lt;br /&gt;fantastic fish,&lt;br /&gt;great gorillas,&lt;br /&gt;happy horses,&lt;br /&gt;interesting iguanas,&lt;br /&gt;joking &lt;br /&gt;kute koalas&lt;br /&gt;loony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116430935253036871?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116430935253036871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116430935253036871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116430935253036871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116430935253036871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/11/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116378784920944639</id><published>2006-11-17T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:32:21.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Lottie</title><content type='html'>Lottie was a nurse. She had a black dress, white waist apron and white cap. She looked after 3 children, Hope, Hector and baby Viccy. From 10:00 a.m. - 2:00 p.m. she only had to look after only Viccy because Hector and Hope were taught by a governess. Here is a typical day in her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00   Wake up children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05   dress children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30   take children to breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00   take children for walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00  take Hector and Hope to governess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00   feed children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30   take children to governess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116378784920944639?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116378784920944639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116378784920944639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116378784920944639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116378784920944639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/11/lottie.html' title='Lottie'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116179373405261420</id><published>2006-10-25T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:37:06.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighbour's Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3785/1207/1600/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3785/1207/320/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter:  Phoebe, aged 10,&lt;br /&gt;Interviewee: Brian Haw&lt;br /&gt;Date:  25/10/2006&lt;br /&gt;Duration:  3-3:30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Location:  Parliament Square, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian has been protesting about the Iraq war outside the Houses of Parliament, for more than five years. He's there all day and night in all weathers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Neighbour's Child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: When did you start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: June 2nd 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: What made you want to protest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:  Phoebe did, I didn't even know her, but I did know you are as precious as my own little girl. Love your neighbour as yourself, love your neighbour's child as your own. That's what Jesus tells me. Whatever the colour of your skin, the country you live in, your race or religion. Love is the answer, not hate. Peace not war, truth not lies, giving not stealing, that is the path to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Why did you choose Parliament Square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian; Because that's where God told me to go. Parliament, our country is murdering my neighbours, their babies and children in other countries. It's wicked it has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe:  Do you sleep here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Yes, sometimes, on Saturday morning I slept under the green plastic. At 3:00 o'clock in the morning, and at five o'clock in the naughty Inspector Fox comes to steal the babies washing. Baby clothes looking like blood, because when you drop bombs, you kill everybody, babies as well. It's horrible isn't it? Bread not bombs. Welfare not Warfare. Spend money on schools, hospitals and houses, not destroying other people's schools, hospitals and houses in other countries. Naughty Inspector Fox drags me away in handcuffs. Stop bombing babies, send a bad policeman to put me in a cell. Who's the criminal? A woman was here she tore down the rainbow peace flags and Picasso's peace dove. Stop torture, protect humans and bloody babies washing. Bush and Blair and Britain and America's dirty washing. Naughty Inspector Fox arrested me because he said the washing upset the woman. Did the Peace flag upset her? and Picasso's Peace Dove as well? Are the mum's and dad's in Iraq upset at their poor bombed babies?  Who is the criminal? Mr. Bush and Mr. Blair, Britain, America, this lady and naughty Inspector Fox or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: What do you do when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I use an umbrella. What happens when bombs fall is an umbrella any good for that? Nearly five and a half years, in all weathers. I'm here because it's much harder for other people, when we bomb them and shoot missiles and bullets and horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Do you have a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes wife and seven children, Judge says I'm divorced. I'm more upset at other fathers and husbands and people losing their family to war forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Do you make all your posters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I've done loads of posters over five years. Banners and poster in 23 different languages, different languages are good, Police stole my posters. visit my website http://www.parliament-square.org.uk/ You'll see naughty police man walking off with my teddy bears at 3:00 on 28th May this year. They stole our display. Police shouldn't steal should they? We're going to get it back, but just watch and see where it turns up first. All 45 metres of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: How do you wash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I wash with water, have one shower every 8 days, whether I need it or not. Children and people in Iraq hardly ever wash in clean water. There is no clean water. We destroyed it all, We made it all dirty. The temperature goes up to 60ºC in Iraq. They need water, they need food, they need Peace, they need love, they're dying. Are we going to help them before it's too late. That's why I'm here, because it's very urgent. And my neighbour's girl should be loved like mine, and you sweet Phoebe. Am I right? Let's do it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: What do you do in winter when it gets cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I get cold, but not as cold as the people in the mountains in Pakistan when they had the earthquake or Afghanistan in the mountains where we are bombing them in their villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Do you want more people in Britain to stand up against War?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Yes 60 million, am I greedy? Because we are each responsible, am I my brother's keeper, or my brother's babies bomber. This is done in our name folks. We have to stand up and say "Not in our Name".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116179373405261420?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116179373405261420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116179373405261420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116179373405261420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116179373405261420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-neighbours-child.html' title='My Neighbour&apos;s Child'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-116159798944210888</id><published>2006-10-23T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:12:07.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGGY</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Higgy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;     I had better start by introducing everyone. firstly my mother her name is Gretel. she has long wavy golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky on a sunny day. Mama's skin is as white and pure as fresh milk. She is small. My  father is also small though taller than mama. He is called Hansel. He has  grey eyes like a cloudy sky before rain and hair as black as night. Papa's skin is tanned brown. My oldest sister  is called Marie. She has hair as golden as my mother's but eyes like papa's. My other older sister is Coriander. She has hair and skin like papa but eyes that are green.  I have inherited my grandmother's red curly hair and grandpa's green as grass eyes. My older brother is called Colin or Col. He has hair like me, eyes like my mama and skin like papa. My younger brother and sister are called Hansel and Gretel also and look like me. That is our  large family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               We live in the English countryside in a small cottage near Reading. It is late afternoon and the light is fading. We just finished having tea. The kitchen is all warm and cosy. The windows and doors are all tightly secured against the wind and rain, the lamps are lit and mama is making supper.  We are going to have our Sunday roast on Friday because it is so cold. Hansel has just come in with Col and Corey. Gretel starts howling as her crib near the fire is buffeted by the wind blowing through the door. Col draws close the door and I jump up to close the curtains. Next minute papa walks in and Gretel howls even louder. Marie comforts Gretel and I take papa's clothes and shoes and put them on the side of the fire and pass him is warmed slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                We eat supper and then mama sends me to put Gretel to bed. Col to is sent up to bed. Next minute Corey comes up with Marie and Hansel. We all have to get into our beds and huddle under the bed clothes. The fires are lit upstairs to until mama and papa come up to bed. Gretel, mama and papa sleep in one room while Hansel, Colin, Corey, Marie and I sleep in another room. We are all asleep in moments.     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;dear diary, &lt;br /&gt;                  Next morning papa and I went too milk the cows before climbing back into bed and falling asleep again. We finally get up at 9:00 am. we eat breakfast and then I put  Gretel in her crib. Papa is going to town to sell our fruit and veg. Mama is taking Marie and Corey to a party. Colin is doing farm stuff so I am stuck looking after baby Gretel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I am going to boarding school. Mama says to not let them make me all horrid and stuck up. I'm leaving our comfy,cosy pretty, cottage for a whole month. I have quite a nice school uniform. It's a white blouse, blue pleated skirt(imagine wearing a skirt), blue blazer, grey v-neck, white socks, blue shoes and straw hat(for walking in town when I'm in school uniform) for normal school times and for sports: blue skirt, white blouse, v-neck(in winter)and trainers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;                I am here. I have eaten supper: horrid, burnt pasta, droopy salad and mouldy fruit.  Everyone cried as I left. We have unpacked and apparently our matron is nice but very strict. The beds are hard and thin. My dormitory contains 8 small hard beds with 8 chest of drawers next to each one. Must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is just as bad as supper: porridge with stale milk on top.&lt;br /&gt;last night I heard a funny noise and found some hidden money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-116159798944210888?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/116159798944210888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=116159798944210888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116159798944210888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/116159798944210888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/10/higgy.html' title='HIGGY'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115963938757662930</id><published>2006-09-30T18:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T08:15:13.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mary Lee Neil - WW2 Fany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3785/1207/1600/spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3785/1207/400/spy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her pistol, ammunition and fake passport. She parachuted into occupied France and helped the Resistance. She also hid out in Japan, helping blow up Army camps, bridges and Naval harbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to read descriptions of the museum exhibits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115963938757662930?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115963938757662930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115963938757662930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115963938757662930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115963938757662930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/09/miss-mary-lee-neil-ww2-fany.html' title='Miss Mary Lee Neil - WW2 &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fany.org.uk&quot;&gt;Fany&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115943204517460200</id><published>2006-09-28T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:38:07.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milly</title><content type='html'>Milly loved working in her new job as a flashy, sleek air hostess. She wore a pretty blue dress with blue stockings in winter, a white apron and cap and black slip-on shoes, her hazel hair always had to be tied back or in netting. Her face was always smiling and she got to go all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in came a white man with a black suit on. He was handsome but when he was seated in 1st class he pressed a bell and asked for a drink of orange juice. When the orange juice came carried by Milly he shouted for half an hour because it was without ice. Milly soon lost interest in HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115943204517460200?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115943204517460200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115943204517460200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115943204517460200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115943204517460200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/09/milly.html' title='Milly'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115729640914383687</id><published>2006-09-03T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:13:29.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Mura</title><content type='html'>Lily sat back and thought over the last case she had had to do it had ended up in a messy killing of a native Jamaican friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115729640914383687?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115729640914383687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115729640914383687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115729640914383687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115729640914383687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/09/lily-mura.html' title='Lily Mura'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115677875887033703</id><published>2006-08-28T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:18:44.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond.James Bond.</title><content type='html'>Author: Ian Fleming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldfinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, Goldfinger, is playing cards in America with one of Bond's friends when Bond's friend starts losing every game. Bond does him a favour sorting out. When M puts him on  a case for the Bank Of England tracing a man called Goldfinger who knows what will happen next...?&lt;br /&gt;"Once is happenstance, twice is coincidene, the third times is enemy action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he critecises Koreans is bad, bad, bad. The storyline is good because it is split into two different parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115677875887033703?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115677875887033703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115677875887033703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115677875887033703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115677875887033703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/bondjames-bond.html' title='Bond.James Bond.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115631874320825927</id><published>2006-08-23T08:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:19:34.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a fairytale</title><content type='html'>"Mummy?" "yes dear" "will you tell me a story?"&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time there were giants and goblins, fairies and angels who walked and flew about the earth like normal animals and birds. There were animals as well but of wonderful colours unlike the ones we know. The flowers came to the were also different shapes and  sizes and colours. One day some barbarian humans came to the land. They started randomly killing the unarmed animals so all the animals, angels, fairies, goblins and giants got together and disscussed what to do. The giants said "fight" so did  the animals and goblins but the fairies and angels said " no let's be more deceitful and also send goblins saying we retreated... "help help" in came some elves and fauns. "who are you?" asked  Farkly (a fairy) "we were chased out our land to the north  from here by some barbarian humans there are more coming." " stay and bring the rest" said Farkly. Just then in cluttered more beasts. So then they went into their fortress and put guards out, they brought in lots food and made plans to attack the enemies camp. They sent out spies who went into the enemy camp and then one day they armed themselves to  go to battle with archers who would stay on top of the hill. Then they would have swordmen, and and the fairies and angels had knives."&lt;br /&gt;"now dear we will carry on tomorrow" "goodnight mummy" "goodnight dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next night... "mummy will you tell me the end of the story."&lt;br /&gt;"well suddenly some centours and dwarfs came saying the barbarian humans had chased them out from the east and west. So the dwarfs were archers and the centours trampled people and were also swordsmen. They met the humans and soon won the battle but these humans were under warlords so they went and quarter the army stayed to guard the humans because there weren't many left but rest of the army didn't want human reinforcements. So 3 quarters went to chase the humans out of the east and gained the support of the prisoners there and they sent the prisoners and a few of their ow men to take back the humans and so 3 quarters the origanal army went and freed the east and North and when they got back they had an army three times the size that of the humans and another battle commenced and they were victorious again and the humans never ever came back again.&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"goodnight mummy" "goodnight dear"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115631874320825927?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115631874320825927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115631874320825927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115631874320825927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115631874320825927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/fairytale.html' title='a fairytale'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115497213798477393</id><published>2006-08-07T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:32:54.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Mononoke</title><content type='html'>PRINCESS MONONOKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What About: Ashitika kills a demon boar and gets a horrible scar. Before he dies from his scar he must find out where the trouble is coming from and stop it. On his way he meets a wolf girl, San, wolf gods and much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of adventure and excitement this film leads you through Japan. Funny, scary and exciting all at once this film makes you suddenly jump out of your skin for nothing. Absolutely terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the creators of Spirited Away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115497213798477393?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115497213798477393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115497213798477393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115497213798477393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115497213798477393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/princess-mononoke.html' title='Princess Mononoke'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115479687584005289</id><published>2006-08-05T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:40:31.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd World War</title><content type='html'>ANNE FRANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank lived during the 2nd world war as a Jew. She lived in Amsterdam in a secret annexe to escape the German Nazis. While she lived there she wrote a diary about her experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARL HARBOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Harbour was were Japan bombed the USA colony of Pearl Harbour. This lead to America, a powerful enemy, being involved in  WW2. Pearl harbour was a USA naval training base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bombing of Pearl Harbour 4 more battles occurred in which Hiroshima and Nagasaki was bombed before America beat Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPAGANDA&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda is a type of advertising. In ww2 it was used to make people believe something. By doing it in a subtle way the people didn’t realize what was hapenining to them. In ww2 posters said things like “coughs and sneezes spread diseases. Trap germs in your hankerchief, keep Britain fighting fit” They also wrote things saying don’t waste money from the war effort on bugs with a picture of a bug with a Hitler hairstyle. To say don’t waste war effort money because that’s what Hitler wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black propaganda is when you try and damage the enemies’ morale. An example of German black propaganda is when the English were fighting in Italy the Germans dropped leaflets saying back in merry old England the Yanks have lots of money and time for your women. The British dropped leaflets on Germany about anti nazi campaigns and pretended they were written by Germans to make German’s confused if there was a revolution against the Nazis or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NAZIS GAIN POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirement for the Nazis when they came to power was to sort out Germany’s economy (money). Hitler ruled a dictatorship and anyone who was anti-nazi, Jews, gypsies or did not agree with Hitler was sent to a concentration camp. However when news of Hitler poisoning himself seeped out weeping was common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you were a youth you were expected to go to Deutshes Jungvolk and then if you were a boy Hitler Jugend (HJ) or Hitler youth and Bund Deutsher Madel if a girl. Every man before becoming a soldier had to swear an oath to Hitler: “I swear by god this sacred oath, that I will give unlimited obedience to the leader of the German Reich and People, Adolf Hitler, and as a brave soldier will be ready to stake my life for this oath at any time”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115479687584005289?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115479687584005289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115479687584005289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115479687584005289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115479687584005289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/2nd-world-war.html' title='2nd World War'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115476799187863804</id><published>2006-08-05T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:54:24.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.firstnews.co.uk/"&gt;First News&lt;/a&gt; is a national newspaper for children. It gives you news, holds competitions and has a fun page. You can write to them or send them e-mails about your life and if you're a First News crew reporter you can interview famous people and it could get published!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115476799187863804?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115476799187863804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115476799187863804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115476799187863804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115476799187863804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-news.html' title='First News'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115471706485800082</id><published>2006-08-04T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:25:12.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>book review</title><content type='html'>Name: SPY GIRL, the dark side of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Carol Hedges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About: Jasmin Dawson's mum works for global security. One day she gets sent on a mission to find a body. When she goes mssing Jasmin is sent to rescue her. But at the beginning Jasmin is sent to her uncle and aunt's where she sees her cousin who is her exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the fact that the hero is a girl unlike Harry Potter. The moral of the story is that just because you're rich it doesn't mean you're nice. This is only 1 moral because you follow lots of people in this book. I like it because she told it in a round-about-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons: Jasmin is way cooler than Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;This is the best book EVER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I get it:Reading Mission at Pimlico Library, Pimlico, London, England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115471706485800082?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115471706485800082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115471706485800082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115471706485800082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115471706485800082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/book-review.html' title='book review'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115461389633644044</id><published>2006-08-03T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:18:10.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rosie</title><content type='html'>Rosie was walking along thinking about her adorable ringlets, pale blue eyes with curling eyelashes. She triped over a log outside her house and burst into tears as her mother and father came running out with six servants. They carried her to a couch and plumped up pillows anmd brought her some sweet tea. Then her servants went and got some first aid and bandaged her leg and a new frock and fussed over her. Soon her mother ordered the servants to bring jelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115461389633644044?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115461389633644044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115461389633644044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115461389633644044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115461389633644044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/rosie.html' title='rosie'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115459480665938349</id><published>2006-08-03T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:46:46.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brockwell Park</title><content type='html'>Our mulberries taste of nothing, really, but I like the blue juice stain they leave on your hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones in Brockwell Park though are another matter they taste heavenly: A sort of really mild spice and sugar. They are red and  when you touch them it looks like blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walled garden that the mulberry tree is in is a combination of wildness and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are everywhere growing very close together and a lot of colours but it doesn't make your eyes water because they sortt of blend in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115459480665938349?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115459480665938349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115459480665938349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115459480665938349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115459480665938349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/brockwell-park.html' title='Brockwell Park'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115444839014411460</id><published>2006-08-01T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:06:30.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cake reviews</title><content type='html'>Victoria sandwich is to sponge cakes with strawberries and cream in the middle. Tastes best with fresh strawberries and cream.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent for parties especially in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake is absoluteley delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115444839014411460?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115444839014411460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115444839014411460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115444839014411460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115444839014411460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/cake-reviews.html' title='cake reviews'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115444815103177593</id><published>2006-08-01T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:02:31.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-cream reviews.</title><content type='html'>Honey ice-cream sounds gross but it's delicious. It tastes of honey with just a hint of another flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon ice-cream is white with a strong lemon flavour. It is very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115444815103177593?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115444815103177593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115444815103177593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115444815103177593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115444815103177593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/ice-cream-reviews.html' title='Ice-cream reviews.'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115442216353086716</id><published>2006-08-01T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:31:20.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornwall</title><content type='html'>We went to the beach and then up to a watermill. There were a lot of cogs and wheels turning round. Then we had ice-cream in a cafe under the trees next to the pond which powers the watermill. While dad waited in the car mum and I climbed up to a big tree and over a stile. There was a lot of really soft, dry, cushiony moss and we were in a small wood. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the beaches that we went to the water was very blue but so cold it was hard to swim in it when the sun was behind a cloud. There were lots of rocks with the most beautiful, warm rockpools. On busy beaches if you went up some steps you ccould get Cornish ice-cream but we often went to a hidden away beach so if you wanted ice-cream you had to go to Portscatho which was a walk along the coastal path along the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were renting a house and there were three houses in a courtyard. In one of the houses was a family who live there. There were two children in that house and their granny lived up on top of the courtyard on a sort of hill and almost every evening I used to go and find them. Because both of their gardens were big and private and we used to go and play on their trampoline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115442216353086716?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115442216353086716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115442216353086716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115442216353086716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115442216353086716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/08/cornwall.html' title='Cornwall'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115428346369328924</id><published>2006-07-30T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:11:30.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HOBBIES</title><content type='html'>1. writing(obviously)&lt;br /&gt;2. biking&lt;br /&gt;3. reading(particularly Tintin)&lt;br /&gt;4. having fun&lt;br /&gt;5. eating&lt;br /&gt;6. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;7. going on the computer&lt;br /&gt;8. drawing&lt;br /&gt;9. chemistry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115428346369328924?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115428346369328924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115428346369328924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115428346369328924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115428346369328924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hobbies.html' title='MY HOBBIES'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115428170468089651</id><published>2006-07-30T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:54:21.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gchq</title><content type='html'>I wrote to gchq about the fact they have no women heroes on they're heroe page.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy codebreaking and think it's outrageous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice on your heroe page there are no women heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any? If yes, please reply telling me about them and upload the details on your website.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ten and very interested in codebreaking. I also am a &lt;br /&gt;First News crew reporter. First News is a children's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thankyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115428170468089651?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115428170468089651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115428170468089651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115428170468089651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115428170468089651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/07/gchq.html' title='gchq'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115255150475591811</id><published>2006-07-10T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:28:36.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>Mum: Penelope, can you do the gardening for me.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Do I have to?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You're on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Mum!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Do I have to pull the weeds out.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Mum!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What is it?!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Do I have to re-pot the rose?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Of course. You don't just leave it there in a cracked pot.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Mum!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What is it?!!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope : Why do we have to have flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You're annoying me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Me, what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Go to your bedroom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Penelope!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: It's ok darling.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Mum. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Penelope: Mumm!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Penelope!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115255150475591811?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115255150475591811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115255150475591811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115255150475591811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115255150475591811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-115247024911745536</id><published>2006-07-09T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:38:10.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Wind drives down the pane&lt;br /&gt;And muddies the lane.&lt;br /&gt;But I like the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad doesn't.Because he can't cut the hay.&lt;br /&gt;Mum doesn't becuse she can't go to the shops everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But I like the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-115247024911745536?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/115247024911745536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=115247024911745536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115247024911745536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/115247024911745536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-114779986892434220</id><published>2006-05-16T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:31:25.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BEN</title><content type='html'>There was once a boy called Ben who was very poor because his father gambled and drank and his mother spent it on dresses when they had some. He couldn't even go to school because his parents couldn't be bothered to apply for him to go. He wore dirty black shorts, a black hat and a ripped black shirt. He had blonde hair but it was covered in grime so you couldn't see it was blonde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-114779986892434220?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/114779986892434220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=114779986892434220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114779986892434220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114779986892434220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/05/ben.html' title='BEN'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-114762892052334529</id><published>2006-05-14T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:17:56.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the ashamed girl</title><content type='html'>There was once a girl who was very ashamed of her father although she shouldn't be because he was a banker but the reason she was ashamed of him was because he had brown hair, pale skin,brown brush moustache and always wore a white shirt, brown tweed jacket and trousers, white socks and smart brown shoes. Her best friend had ginger hair, green eyes, freckles and pale lips. She went to Crillhedr school in Frahkr for they lived in      &lt;br /&gt;Marfhr, the Earth's 32nd unknown moon. Very day she went to school in a chauffered black stretch limo wearing a brown skirt and t-shirt and got teased and called brownie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-114762892052334529?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/114762892052334529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=114762892052334529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114762892052334529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114762892052334529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/05/ashamed-girl.html' title='the ashamed girl'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-114762716559641589</id><published>2006-05-14T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:19:25.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Plague Diary: Sunday 12th June 1663</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hi my name is Lottie. I am  so depressed my six brothers, seven sisters and four baby sisters and three baby brothers, my mother, my father, my two uncles one aunt and three cousins are all dead. Now I have no one. I can't go out, no food, no one to talk to. Oh I miss my mother, father, sisters and brothers, uncles and aunt. I wish my baby sister and one of my cousins ws here. By the way I have already caught the sickness and recovered although I wish I had died. I think to keep the sickness away from the house so I don't catch it I shall light a fire and add some herbs I brought home from a man after hanging the guard.&lt;br /&gt;    Last week our three cats and two dogs were taken away  and killed so now absolutely no living creature is in this house except the guard. I have scented this parchment and have picked some pansies and roses. When I went to buy the herbs as well as three loaves of breadwhich was meant for my three cousins and me. But I came back and they were all dead.&lt;br /&gt;    Oh! I think I might go crazy. Only two weeks left. I wish I had someone to talk to. I will have to hang a guard again. I have run out of bread and fancy something to eat. When it was only my aunt sick, the whole family except mother killed the guard and shopped. Oh! i miss those days. All I have is dead bodies in this house because I can't lower them, and I barely have enough money to eat let alone wrap my whole family separately in linen.&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday I got some vegetables and fruit and wasw about to feast when I realised a rat was eating them. I need to see some children. I have herbs in every room (there are only three), and in  my bed, on fires, in mouseholes, in my two dresses, and one pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;    Atishoo! Atishoo! Atishoo! Excuse me, scratch, scratch,scratch, I feel like lying down in my silken bed. I feel that I have a rash of pink spots on my skin. I feel cold. Atishoo! Gosh I think I have the plague. Oooh, I just looked at my arms they have black lumps. I miss my family. I think I shall die tonight, and be with the rest of the family. So I shall feast on my left over bread.&lt;br /&gt;    Bleugh! Atishoo! Sorry I have just been violently sick. Oh it is hot. I should have left for the country like my mother told me. I shall never see my grandparents in Shropshire again. Oh this is dreadful!! I can at least be buried with my dear rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;Lottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note, Lottie died, she did have the plague but had never had it before. She died very poor and was crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-114762716559641589?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/114762716559641589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=114762716559641589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114762716559641589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114762716559641589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-plague-diary-sunday-12th-june.html' title='The Great Plague Diary: Sunday 12th June 1663'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-114719681556808515</id><published>2006-05-09T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:50:22.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Tony Blair</title><content type='html'>Why do you not put out an advert that's not just on T.V. for trained nurses and doctors who will do voluntary work for the NHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we need more schools for adult learning disabilities? The reason that I ask is because our only one (Battersea Day Centre) for quite a long way in Lambeth is very slowly closing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note these are suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. unless you wish to do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-114719681556808515?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/114719681556808515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=114719681556808515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114719681556808515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/114719681556808515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/05/mr-tony-blair.html' title='Mr. Tony Blair'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113993493577979859</id><published>2006-02-14T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:35:35.780Z</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>flowers&lt;br /&gt;ice- cream&lt;br /&gt;sun &lt;br /&gt;swimming&lt;br /&gt;bikinis&lt;br /&gt;heat&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113993493577979859?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113993493577979859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113993493577979859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993493577979859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993493577979859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/02/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113993460378369062</id><published>2006-02-14T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:40:10.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite ice-cream flavours</title><content type='html'>(In no order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;seville orange&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;mangoe&lt;br /&gt;blueberry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113993460378369062?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113993460378369062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113993460378369062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993460378369062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993460378369062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-favourite-ice-cream-flavours.html' title='my favourite ice-cream flavours'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113993451478708200</id><published>2006-02-14T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:28:34.786Z</updated><title type='text'>my favourite animals in no order</title><content type='html'>my favourite animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cats&lt;br /&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;koalas&lt;br /&gt;kangaroos&lt;br /&gt;possums&lt;br /&gt;goldfish&lt;br /&gt;sheep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113993451478708200?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113993451478708200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113993451478708200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993451478708200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993451478708200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-favourite-animals-in-no-order.html' title='my favourite animals in no order'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113993350403322086</id><published>2006-02-14T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:11:44.046Z</updated><title type='text'>lily and pog</title><content type='html'>Lily and pog 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Lily's birthday and she was having a tea party with all her friends. Her friends were:Daisy, Sarah(her best friend), Guinevere, Phoebe and Jessica. Sarah's present was the best, it was a little puppy. After friends had gone Lily called the puppy Pog. 3 months later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113993350403322086?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113993350403322086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113993350403322086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993350403322086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113993350403322086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/02/lily-and-pog.html' title='lily and pog'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113777960905128180</id><published>2006-01-20T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:26:02.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Squealer, The whale that came to London Town</title><content type='html'>Me, mum, dad, my brothers and my sister used to live by the sea in Australia on the Golden Coast. We had a small clinker boat called Summer Wine, moored on our pier and on sunny days would paddle about. One day we found an orphan bottlenose dolphin or whale nuzzling up against her. She must have lost her mother and found a substitute. Well you can imagine, we did our best to feed her with buckets of milk and fresh fish when she was older. She soon became a member of the family and we called her Squealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later we moved to London and amazingly one winter Squealer turned up on the Thames river. There were four helicopters, six or seven boats, hundreds of photographers with gynormous lenses the size of dinner plates. She was even on T.V. there were half a dozen vans with satellite dishes on them transmitting the live coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the helicopters were flying overhead at 5:30 in the morning, long before the dawn. Mum called me down and asked me to see if I could help, as Squealer seemed a little scared by all the attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113777960905128180?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113777960905128180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113777960905128180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113777960905128180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113777960905128180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2006/01/squealer-whale-that-came-to-london.html' title='Squealer, The whale that came to London Town'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113490266514308719</id><published>2005-12-18T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T10:48:48.116Z</updated><title type='text'>what if</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if I die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What if I cry with sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get detention?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get a pension?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm stupid?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm cupid?&lt;br /&gt;What if I turn into a tree?&lt;br /&gt;What if I turn into a flea?&lt;br /&gt;What if I hate food?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm in a bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113490266514308719?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113490266514308719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113490266514308719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113490266514308719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113490266514308719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113238797098508690</id><published>2005-11-19T08:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:16:21.340Z</updated><title type='text'>french</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bonjour                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;salut                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;comment tu t'appelles?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                    what is your name? &lt;br /&gt;j m'appelle.....                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;my name is.....                               &lt;br /&gt;ca va?                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how are you&lt;br /&gt;ca va bien                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;i am fine&lt;br /&gt;merci&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et tu/ vous?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le/ la/ les/ l'&lt;br /&gt;mon/ ma/ mes&lt;br /&gt;ton/ ta/ tes&lt;br /&gt;pere&lt;br /&gt;mere&lt;br /&gt;garcon&lt;br /&gt;fille&lt;br /&gt;tante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113238797098508690?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113238797098508690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113238797098508690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113238797098508690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113238797098508690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/11/french.html' title='french'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-113189116218454094</id><published>2005-11-13T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:54:28.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alagaesia.com"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lizzie96.blogspot.com "&gt;Lizzy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everythinggirl.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-113189116218454094?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/113189116218454094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=113189116218454094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113189116218454094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/113189116218454094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-sites.html' title='my favourite sites'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-112936261210582393</id><published>2005-10-15T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T08:32:45.020Z</updated><title type='text'>the rich girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was once a very,very rich girl. She was sitting on her bed boredly flipping through magazines waiting for her clock to chime ten. She got into her dress and went downstairs. She got into her golden carriage with 2 white mares and 2 black stallions. She relaxed onto the richly cushioned seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-112936261210582393?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/112936261210582393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=112936261210582393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112936261210582393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112936261210582393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/10/rich-girl.html' title='the rich girl'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-112488718071594627</id><published>2005-08-24T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:39:40.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castle&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;There was once a queen, she had blonde fly-away hair, big green eyes, a big fat neck and a big smile. She wore a scarlet robe that didn't suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-112488718071594627?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/112488718071594627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=112488718071594627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112488718071594627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112488718071594627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/08/castle-of-beauty.html' title='Castle of Beauty'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-112349906405643283</id><published>2005-08-08T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:37:09.530Z</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Of Pruta</title><content type='html'>CHAPTER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope started off as a ordinary London girl.She had olive skin, long jet black ringlets,dark brown eyes and quite tall. Normally Penelope wore old blue jeans, socks and boots, any old T-shirt and sometimes if it was raining a rain mac. She always walked to school rain or shine. Then one day after school her mother called "Penelope you've been invited to a ball at the King's palace!""Okay mum." Penelope came down from her bedroom. "Now go and have a bath,wash your body and hair thoroughly." When Penelope came down her mother was waiting with all her equitment including a brush, lipstick, eyeshadow and clothes and mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                         CHAPTER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soon Penelope started off to the ball looking like a queen in a pale green dress with puffed sleeves her hair swirled round and round into a tall bun at the top of her head, her lips as red as blood and pale green eye shadow. As soon as she stepped inside the palace it was like heaven gold seats waiters and more. As she stepped into the ballroom a hush fell and then the king confirmed "yes she is my daughter" So Penelope was hurried away and put into a green dress studded with rubies and with lots and lots of skirts and her real mother laughed at Penelope trying to walk. When she finally managed to walk there was a huge feast and then Penelope slipped under the silken sheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13641602-112349906405643283?l=cattleprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/112349906405643283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13641602&amp;postID=112349906405643283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112349906405643283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13641602/posts/default/112349906405643283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattleprattle.blogspot.com/2005/08/princess-of-pruta.html' title='The Princess Of Pruta'/><author><name>firedrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664755131584634520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641602.post-111868612869515871</id><published>2005-06-13T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:58:57.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Lions on the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lions on the Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST OF CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;MOLLY (DAUGHTER)&lt;br /&gt;JAMES (FRIEND)&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS (DAD)&lt;br /&gt;MARY (MUM)&lt;br /&gt;DAVID (DAD OF JAMES)&lt;br /&gt;MARGARET (MUM OF JAMES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;br /&gt;Sleep-over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James was over at Molly's house for a sleepover they were just having tea when Molly's parents burst in "we've just had a call from Mr Jenkins saying Marcy the cow is very ill we've got to go immediately!" "Can we come?" said James and Molly together. "Yes please," said Mary "we would like another 2 pairs of hands." They all piled into the car and set off! It turned out to be that Marcy was just pregnant. James and Molly said that they would like to walk around a bit. So that isjust what they did. They also checked the lions were all right. Then they went back to Molly's house and had supper and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 2&lt;br /&gt;Disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day they got up very early and the first thing they did was check on the lions and to see that the newly made mother and her 7 cubs were okay. The mother was not. The children rushed back to Cattle Prattle where Dennis and Mary were having breakfast. "Mum, dad the new lion mother is badly hurt come quick" said Molly. "O.K. we'll be there right there!" said Dennis. They all got up and ran straight to the lions. When Mary saw how badly the lion was hurt she said to Dennis "Go straight back home and get the van, some water and a blanket, please." Off Dennis rushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lion mother, lion mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Dennis came back Mary revealed that &lt;em&gt;The lion mother&lt;/em&gt; had a broken leg. "&lt;br /&gt;now" said Mary "lets try and move her to the van and into it." "Won't she put up a fight" asked Molly " no she is to weak."said Mary. When they got her into the van they drove straight home. At Cattle Prattle Mary quickly got to work. "Molly go and get me a trolley." she said "Take it up the drive next to the back of the van I'll heave her onto it. It'll be easier than carrying her." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x-ray machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mary pushed the lion mother into the x-ray room. After the x-ray Mary confirmed that lion mother did indeed have a broken leg. " James go and get another bucket of water please take it to the normal place, Molly get more clean bandages, Dennis go and get the place ready and I,ll push lion mother." said Mary.  At the place  Mary got James to take off the dirty bandage. "Mum" said Molly "you rub some water on her leg ,James you put on the next bandage on, dad you put the cast on." 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