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......

Or even thauthageth

And indeed his thorough instruction had proved worthwhile when she saw Sharon veer towards the kebabs....

Meanwhile, Jude and Eleanor, keen to show how much they had learnt in food technology, persuaded their father to sacrifice his prize yellow courgettes and heritage tomatos to create a delicious salad

lightly grilled and tossed with a mustard vinaigrette and chopped herbs.

Dan blinked in surprise..surely they had decided to send the kids the the local academy rather than the independent with a three star student kitchen? Despite all his misgivings? had he been mistaken in his prejudice? Could a state schooled child actually learn how to cook more than a sausage plait and a swiss roll?

Was a lack of lakes and a world-class choir actually not an impediment to success in life?

Catching site of Sharon's barely contained kebabs, he mused further, maybe Susan's insistence on breastfeeding hadn't been such a bad idea after all...though co-sleeping still rankled.

But Dan's reverie came to a sudden end as he realised Sharon was squirming in her chair, around which there was a growing puddle, "Did you spill your drink or do you need a tena lady?", he growled.

ha! she spat at him! Its your overgrown moggie! he tried to steal my kebab then sprayed the chair when I refused!

'No i pissed myself' hissed Sharon

dan, understandably confused by Sharon's contradictory statements, backed away...

Only to see Susan uncomfortably close to Javier as he went over the various heat settings on the grill...

Dan's eyes narrowed as he met Susan's and he slowly but deliberately plunged his skewer into chorizo wrapped monkfish.

Susan bit her lip.

Suddenly he was overcome by cherished, yet lately forgotten memories of their wedding day...the bbq in her parents large back garden...a perfect day, only marred by the charred offerings produced by his newly-acquired BIL. If only they had had a Forman grill!

But more to the point, Dan was suddenly stirred to remember the woman he married...

Who had turned out to be a real bridezilla, no kids at the wedding, save the days sent out to the whole of mumsnet but not followed by invitations; and the poem, oh the poem......

Susan seemed to be on the same wavelength as Dan and she popped an entire country market of Sylvanian Families under the grill. There was plenty of room, the George Foreman grill could accommodate ten portions.

Dan bit his lip.

Javier bit his lip

Javier, too, sunk into a reverie of past memory. He recollected when he'd been picked on by the school bully as an overweight lisping school boy.

He'd been so sad and low, bullied everyday, the butt of everyone's jokes.

One day his mother had said "Thenuff". She had bought a special kitchen device and promised, "Thith will thange thour life Thavier. You will bethome lean and mean with this grilling mathine".

And mama had been right Javier mused. His life had changed unrecognisably. He was lean , the bullies were no longer mean , and it was all thanks to that grilling machine

and how cruel to teased for lisping, as they were all Spanish at their Spanish school, conveniently located in Spain,in an area where they spoke (by English standards) lispy Spanish.

How well he remembered the moment his mother revealed the machine.

How she bit her lip.

dont want to get picky, bunch, but don't you think madre (not mama) would have called him Havier just sayin'.

bites own lip.

Javier's thoughts jolted back to the present.

Where had Susan gone?

What was Dan doing with that skewer?

Where was that awful burning smell coming from?

And why were everyone's lips so swollen?

< Madame you are definitely getting carried away >

Susan has run to the kitchen to collect the array of delicious fruit skewers she has been marinating in a mixture of caramel and ameretto

Dan is desperately trying to remember what to do with a working skewer

Burning smell is coming from the incineration of Sharon's dreams

Javier's thoughts have drifted to thoughts of Bianca, she of the agile wrists whose grill work inspired poets from all around.

when they weren't writing wedding poems.

oh blimey, maybe not Biana, maybe Conception Immaculata

At this point Susan returned with the fruit skewers which seemed strangely fruitless...who has been eating my cherries she asked?