It's Mumsnet/George Foreman story time! Add a line and you could win a grill worth £70: bring them home time....NOW CLOSED

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The folks at George Foreman have been inspired by the hilarious post-a-line-at-a-time storytelling threads started by MNers in the past (like this one), so to help promote their fab new comp on their pages on MN (where you could win a family holiday to Lanzarote), they're challenging you lot to get your creative juices flowing and come up with some novel posts.

You'll see, below, that the George Foreman team have started a story and now they're inviting you to add to it. Anyone who does (and who sticks to the 'broad rules') will be in with the chance of winning a 10 portion Grill & Griddle from George Foreman, RRP £69.99

Broad rules:

1 One line/ sentence per post (you can post more than once, but don't get too carried away)

2 You don't have to mention George Foreman grills but can shoehorn in if you want - feel free to cunningly and by stealth include references to the great qualities of the grills (namely fat reducing, healthy eating, quick cooking, versatility, speed of cooking etc )

3 Try to keep it (at least) vaguely clean - this is a family product after all .

4 Everyone who adds a comment will be entered into a prize draw where one MNer will win a 10 portion grill & griddle from George Foreman worth £69.99.

5 Draw will take place on Monday 5th August.

So, the story starts with a scenario many of us might recognise....

The Watson Family Holiday....

As the packed car trundled slowly down the ferry ramp into Calais, Susan briefly felt the relaxation of being on holiday.

Already this morning, Jude and Eleanor had been squeezed into the back seats with a selection of toys, treats and promises of fun to come. Susan had thought ahead and grilled some chicken strips on her George Foreman and created some chicken and salad wraps for for a healthy lunch on the road. Buster the cat had been transported into the care of their helpful neighbour Alf.

Now the sat nav was being tuned to France - and as she selected their destination Susan hooked it up so Dan could see the next instruction. Their heavily-loaded people carrier rolled off into the ferry terminal, and Susan said......

Unfortunately it was just Rogers head - the rest of his body got left behind.

because Hully has finally discovered who had nicked her teaspoons.

It was the butler! The butler did it!

happily the butler/Roger had not nicked Hully's splendiferous grill, which provided her with all the fresh, healthy, low fat-food she so loved to lob at annoying posters

But amidst the distraction.... Someone had nicked the hot bananas from the grill!

Whilst the family tucked into their bananas, with lashings of cream and a huge pot of hot tea; there was a kerfuffle at the entrance portico as a dark haired woman began shrieking.
Dan slumped into his deckchair, gulping banana in horror. Sharon had followed him here!

Sharon readjusted her magnificent (but sadly still badly fitted) embonpoint.

Then spotted the luscious array of sizzling kebabs...

Dan or kebab? Dan or kebab? poor Sharon, what a choice....

she raced over to the sleek silver grill and grabbed a hard pointed prick of meat.

Meanwhile, Dan was gazing longingly at Sharon, wishing Susan#s embonpoint was as pointy...

Dan slumped, dazed but thankful, back into the deckchair. Jude and Eleanor, fed up with being ignored, began to toss marshmallows onto the grill. Susan began to realise her perfect dinner party was descending into farce.

Buster, reduced to normal catsize, and frankly kind of glad they had all miraculously quit his magic kingdom, snaffled to salmon before slinking of to Alf's.

Meanwhile in France a bewildered campsite owner surveyed the remains of her magnificent dress tent, swatted Samantha gently around the chops to banish her hysterics, and directed Katie toward the local chambre de commerce, where she would find a plentiful array of frustrated, well-named local dignataries.

glad that the untidy ends of the saga had been neatly trimmed, Susan's thoughts strayed to her bikini and the appointment a few days ago at the waxer's. Talk had been centered on the purchase of the George Foreman grill and the dishy sales guy, Javier.

Javier has promised to show her the best way to grill a chorizo.

delicious with grilled halloumi, grilled peppers in a toasted ciabatta.

Just the thought of him, 5'6'' of bronzed muscle squeezed into an electrical retailer's uniform and plastic shoes made her reach for the George Foreman grill and run her fingers along its shiny frontage. He had processed her transaction so fluently, and that smile...

choco! read the guidelines! no overcooked chorizo here!

But she was transfixed by the way his slender fingers flicked through the comprehensive instruction booklet...

He had GREAT product knowledge. And an appealing lisp.

Signora, he began, his unfeasibly long lashes batting over chocolate coloured eyes, theeth eeth the bethst grill on the market...

Susan realised that he did not actually have a lisp, he was, quite simply, Spanish...

Buoyed by the idea of wooing back Dan with quick, scrumptious and energy-efficient food, Susan had raced home, keen to try out her new appliance, perhaps there was hope?

After all, could Sharon seriously compete with what Susan now had to offer?

tho now eet ith time to thsow you thome thuperb featureth of thith thupendous marvel of grilling technology

Tired chips and over-stewed hotpot? No...What, with the Boden frock, Bravissimo bra and Forman grill, what man could resist?

his lisps echoed in her head, and Sharon, who was peering under the net curtains from her house opposite, had seen the box from the electrical retailers and was bristling with curiosity. It wasn't fair! Susan had Dan! and now something new from an electrical shop!

And all she had was a stack of out of date chutney

Susan wondered why Javier had followed her home...but was pleased when he did a thorough product demonstration

Thausageth.

Javier spotted Sharon peering through the letter flap and with a whiff of chutney in his nostrils he let her in.
Together, weeth thith grill and thith tathty chootney, we can 'ave a thupendous thupper.
The women clasped hands in delight.