My first three are a lattice, flexible, designed to snare My last four are your tasks and chores, your toils, labor, care But really I'm a web connecting people everywhere

A small, sweet fruit often used in wine, pick them firm and round and you'll be just fine.

I live in classrooms and cinemas, I need darkness to shine, Turn me on and I bring movies to life. What am I?

I tell you if you're sick or if it's coat weather, but I never go outside myself

I wear a crown of scattered hairs, I dance across your blank affairs. With every tear of vibrant hue, I bring a sleeping world to view.