<?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-9022416613225600608</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:29.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022416613225600608.post-3036063455560532704</id><published>2008-08-26T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:49:53.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Cats</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a girl called Rachel, she was twelve years old and loved animals. She had four dogs, two cats and three mice! So it was quite lucky that she lived on a farm, along with her brother, mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning Rachel would fetch the eggs, milk the cow and feed the horses, then she would turn in and have a good breakfast of bacon and fresh eggs. After that she and her family would go and finish off their chores. She did not have any particularly hard ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as she was riding down the road with her good friend Haley, on the side of the country lane they were riding on there was a small box. "I wonder what is in that box over there," said Haley (she was also an animal lover). "I don't know. Shall we hop down and see?" replied Rachel. The two girls hopped off their ponies and tied them to a nearby tree. They peeked inside the box and saw several small, thin kittens. "Gosh!" cried Rachel and Haley at the same time. "What shall we do?" whispered Haley. "Let's get them to my house and see what mum says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-3036063455560532704?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3036063455560532704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=3036063455560532704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/3036063455560532704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/3036063455560532704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-and-cats.html' title='Friends and Cats'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-94224972683817315</id><published>2008-08-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:39:39.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>The first thing I did today was to get up and have a delicious breakfast of Nutella on toast. After that Mo, Curly, Dad and I went to the pharmacy to get some Equasym for Mo's ADD. When we were there we got to have a go on some touristy mini fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-94224972683817315?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/94224972683817315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=94224972683817315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/94224972683817315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/94224972683817315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-7605823298459785517</id><published>2008-06-14T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:45:18.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fair</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was the summer fair! It was brilliant. The worst thing about it would probrably be the fact that I couldn't do the stall that I was sighned up to do. I couldn't do it because I was late back from my mandarin lesson,very boring in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second I got there I went to get something to eat.I was starving! The fair was based on China so wee went to the stall that sold noodles,delicious. After that i asked mum for five pounds and went to get my face painted,it was only twenty pence. I had my face done as a tiger,which is my favourite animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed to have a go on the surf simulator,I fell of quite quickly. It was very fun. as soon as I had my turn I went to play on the wiggly wire and I did it without a single mistake.I won a stretchy and wiggly snake. Then I had a go on the hook-a-duck,it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I pleaded with mum to let me get my nails done. She let me! I had them painted a lovely red colour,but sadly i had to wash it of at the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun and I did not want to go home when mum said time to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-7605823298459785517?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7605823298459785517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=7605823298459785517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/7605823298459785517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/7605823298459785517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fair.html' title='Summer Fair'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-1651752523897432649</id><published>2008-03-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:50:23.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally and the Seal</title><content type='html'>once opon a time there lived a girl called Sally.She lived in the English countryside She had a pony called Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Sally was riding to her friend Isobel's house.She turned a corner and saw a seal lying on the road!She galloped quickly to Isobel's tall ivy covered house. As she went up Isobel's long,gravely drive she saw Isobel digging in the garden. "Isobel,guess what I saw!""What?"cried a very bewildered-looking Isobel.Sally told Isobel everything."But what are we going to do?"whispered Isobel,  and Sally replied "We can use the old wagon."Sally and Isobel got the ponies attatched to the wagon and set off.As soon as they got to the seal they heaved it into the wagon and went back to Isobel's house which was nearest .When they found Isobel's dad and told him all about it and showed him the seal he was astonished.When he saw the seal hewent to the village to tellthe circus they had a seal. The circus manager was delighted to know that they had found his seal it had been the main act!The manager was so pleased he gave Sally and Isobel free tickets to the circus,they were thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    THE&lt;br /&gt;                                    END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-1651752523897432649?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/1651752523897432649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=1651752523897432649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/1651752523897432649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/1651752523897432649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2008/03/sally-and-seal.html' title='Sally and the Seal'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-1718821218708850654</id><published>2007-12-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:41:13.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Christmas Made Happy</title><content type='html'>Once opon a time,there was a bear called Rod,nobody liked him because he had such an odd name.Poor Rod.Christmas was soon coming and Rod had no one to invite round to his small one bedroomed house.Rod was thinking whether he should have goose or turkey when there came a knock at the door.It was a small,lonly rabbit called Line!It was such a coincidence because nobody liked him either!Line was very cold and very sad so he asked Rod if he would be his freind.Rod was delightedand shouted at the top of his voice"Oh yes!" Rod asked Line if he liked turkey or goose best and Line said "Goose most defenetly!"So when Chirstmas came the two freinds had a lovly evening.They played charades,hide and seek,pass the parceland snow faires in the thick snow outside!They had the most lovly Christmas dinner ever withbrussel sprouts,roast potatoes,gravey but best of all goose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     YIPPEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-1718821218708850654?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/1718821218708850654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=1718821218708850654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/1718821218708850654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/1718821218708850654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-christmas-made-happy.html' title='A Sad Christmas Made Happy'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022416613225600608.post-5788113843323030383</id><published>2007-12-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:01:32.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Operation Save the Puppy</title><content type='html'>Mission report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Windbreaker (aka Curly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadgets:&lt;br /&gt;Fly Back Boomerang&lt;br /&gt;Lasers&lt;br /&gt;Trackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened:&lt;br /&gt;First I used my Fly Back Boomerang to get to America because that was where the bad monster was. I had to get a stolen puppy back. When I got there I had to search for ages but I could not find the bad guy. When I was looking around some caves, out came the monster. I had remembered my Trackers. I pulled them out and put the evidence (fur) in them and walked around listening to the beeps. When the monster came I was really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-5788113843323030383?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/5788113843323030383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=5788113843323030383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/5788113843323030383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/5788113843323030383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/12/mission-operation-save-puppy.html' title='Mission: Operation Save the Puppy'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022416613225600608.post-8464168406519732250</id><published>2007-11-24T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:47:08.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sprained wrist</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday the week before last, I sprained my wrist while I was running to play a game called Bulldog.I sprained my wrist by running in to someone.That person was running towards me and I was running strait ahead. I am not quite sure how it happened I think that I fell on it bending it backwards.I also got loads of scraps and scratches.I had to wear something to soport my wrist for a few days  it really bugged me. The worst thing is that I had a go karting party to go to about a week afterwards and the steering wheels are so stif my wrist had started to really hurt after a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-8464168406519732250?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/8464168406519732250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=8464168406519732250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/8464168406519732250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/8464168406519732250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sprained-wrist.html' title='My sprained wrist'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022416613225600608.post-5233949381018317065</id><published>2007-11-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:54:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>We had bought a big box of fireworks from Waitrose and we said we were only going to let of a few of them but we ended up letting the whole box off. My favourite kinds of firework were the rockets and sparklers. I liked the rockets because they are very  exciting, beautiful and they take you by surprise when they explode.I liked the sparklers because they always look like they are about to burn you but they don't;I also like them because they are really pretty and you can make nice patterns when you wave them about.The other ones were like a fountain of colours and there was another one just shot a  colour up in to the air then shot another colour up in to the air and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-5233949381018317065?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/5233949381018317065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=5233949381018317065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/5233949381018317065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/5233949381018317065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-6451769783013713641</id><published>2007-10-20T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T03:36:43.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half term holiday</title><content type='html'>Its half term at last, but I only got a week but Mo got two!.We are going to the country and are going to stay at a farm and I am sure it will be great we can watch horses and see pigs and outher farm animals.We are going to meet are grandparents and maybe we will see are cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-6451769783013713641?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6451769783013713641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=6451769783013713641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/6451769783013713641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/6451769783013713641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/10/half-term-holiday.html' title='Half term holiday'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-324411973435587410</id><published>2007-10-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:06:02.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In La Bayadere</title><content type='html'>Me and mum went to La Bayadere, my favourite bit was when a lot of girls who were up on the stage and were in time  .it was great I even met some school friends who were in the row in front of us.Before that we had lunch at a Japanise restorant called the Tokyo diner and I had some sushi and mum had some noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9022416613225600608-324411973435587410?l=lauriaargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/feeds/324411973435587410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9022416613225600608&amp;postID=324411973435587410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/324411973435587410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9022416613225600608/posts/default/324411973435587410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriaargh.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-la-bayadere.html' title='In La Bayadere'/><author><name>FBT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03313430517782838697</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-9022416613225600608.post-8352624037685250025</id><published>2007-10-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:48:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bayadere</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow me and mum are going to La Bayadere at the royal opera house and I have a &lt;br /&gt;feeling that it will be great and I can not wait becuase I rarley go out with mum and I have never been to the royal opera house.La Bayadere is all about a indian prince I think.Last weekend I thought that I was going to La Bayadere that Saterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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