Willow: Painkillers with risks

I’ll start with dosage and what forms you can use it, but consult a doctor before chewing a tree.

You can chew willow bark, or drink it as tea. You can get powders or other forms of willow, but this seems the simplest form. With these ways to use natural aspirin, it is difficult to measure how much salicin you receive with each use and the use should be approached with caution. When brewing your tea, you “steep” willow bark tea for 2 to 3 mins in hot water. You can buy willow bark tea online and possibly in shops. When chewing bark, use unprocessed bark, and chew? There isn’t much to say about this, but be careful with how much you take.

The side effects can be unpleasant, unless you like diarrhea. Willow is possibly safe when you use it for up to 12 weeks...

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This the spy story that I wrote for my school work.

Alice crept into the room, her eyes sweeping over it. 7 bodies lay prostrate on the floor: a thick red pool collecting under each one. She sighed, noting that guns lay in 5 of the dead people’s hands, and the other 2 wore expensive clothing. Alice tucked a clump of her ginger hair behind her ear. The jewelry had probably been stolen to fund something – maybe pay the assassins that killed the people (since Willow would consider the work above her). The assassins had got to more and more important people, eventually there would be no government left in France. 

Alice’s job was to protect these people from these assassins; she was getting paid well for it...

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Facing Fears.

Is not done. Yet.

They roared as they charged into the field and the llamas assembled in short, uneven ranks. The sun shone in their eyes. Bella was on one of the patrols and had amazing eyesight and was  the one who  sounded the alarm. They got a bit of a warning, but not enough. They scrambled into their armour and grabbed their weapons. The sheep crashed into the llama’s field, cutting down many and just ignoring others. Sheila steeped into the way of an untrained sheep and, gritting her teeth, smashed her staff into the sheep’s head. He crumpled into a ball on the floor. She turned away and dashed towards the command building in the middle of the field. 

“What do I need to do?” Sheila asked, bursting to the building, flinging the doors open.

“Help me command these lla...

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My favourite dinosaur.

My mum set me, my brother and Oscar (oscarwrigley.me.uk) a blog challenge where we have to write about our favourite dinosaur.

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Argentavis

My favourite dinosaur is an Argentavis. It is an attack dino that can fly. Who doesn’t like that? Travel and attack, defence and pet, it can be used as anything you want. Yes, they look down on you in a very condescending way, but they submit to your demands. They have a beak like a parrots, they lived about 6 million years ago and they were technically a species of bird. Also known as a Giant Teraton, the scientific name is Argentavis magnificens (Magnificent silver bird).

They are the largest flying bird to ever be discovered and was the size of a small aircraft...

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Facing Fears.

Somewhere near the end. If there will be.

The stupid cow pooped so much whenever (and wherever) she liked, that they had to stand outside with under a canopay with a fire in each corner and a table in the middle. They would have used one of the buildings, but Mary pooped so much. “Ok, if there was a hill, then you would want to place your army on the top of it.” said Mary. 

“Yep. That is the 5th time that you’ve said it.” Bella muttered. Sheila kicked her friend hard in the side and she grunted. 

So, one and on they ‘learnt’, until one day when ll came to watch. He realised that Mary did not know anything about it. Mary the cow, who pooped and constantly smocked, got fired for being a spy for the sheep. And she was...

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The Alchemist.

Number 2. The last.

She was staring at herself in wonder. Beatrice wore a tight shirt with a yellow jacket and straight black trousers. Her brown hair had been swept up into a ponytail and it curled slightly so it appeared wavy.

Maisie was tapping her on the shoulder and someone was knocking on the door. “Time to leave now. You are going to see the King.” So, off Beatrice went to go the King. To see the King, and her dream could come true. Beatrice opened the door and stopped short when she saw the King standing outside her door. She whirled round to find Masie had disappeared. “You seem surprised.” the King said from behind her. The tone was hinted with amusement. 

She turned to face a man with warm, brown eyes and an expression that found the best in somebody...

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Facing Fears

Bored yet?

“That is what I thought,”Craige said, as he walked by.

“Can you find 4 others for tactics and every other willing llama will start to train for battle, female and male?” asked ll.

“I would be honored to,”said Sheila. “I will get to it right away.”

“Thank you. I will find people to hire that can teach you in battle tactics and combat.” replied ll and trotted off.

Sheila yanked up memories of llamas being interested in battle, not because of glory and fame, but because of the hidden beauty of it, the complexity. The stuff behind it. “Jeff… Isla and Barbra, hmmmm… and Bella.” Sheila thought.”I’ll go find them.” So, off she went to go find them. When she did, they were excited.

It was the next day when Sheila, Jeff, Isla, Bella an...

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Facing Fears… again

Who is he to complain? He didn’t just risk his life for a few maps and a look at a few small ‘battalions’.” Sheila thought. “Both of them, in fact. It wasn’t either of them. It was me. I am the amazingly beautiful one; the one so glamorous and gorgeous…” her thought trailed off there. Why was she being arrogant, self-absorbed, and worst of all rude. “Why why why? What was it that had made her… like that. It was just so bad, so terrible, and so rude. So what had made her like that? Sheila knew that nobody was perfect and she always tried to be the best that she could. “Best just to keep it to myself and forget about it. There are more important things to worry about. War or at least a battle is going to happen. We need a force of our own.” she thought...

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Woodland Burial.

Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall,

Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all,

Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold,

Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold.

There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree,

To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.

The roots will not disturb me they wend their peaceful way,

To build the fine and the bountiful, from closure and decay.

To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done,

I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun.

By Pam Ayres.

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