Last night Baggy was relaxing on the sofa watching the box, feeling achy but fine. Ten minutes later she realised she had a sore throat. Within thirty minutes some gremlin had made her Geographic tongue feel as though it was burning. Honey eaten, Baggy went to bed. During the night the gremlin stuck a cactus in Baggy's throat. By this morning, she felt as though she had the round bits of a Prickly Pear cactus stuck on her tonsils. Swallowing was nigh on impossible. Clever Bird decided that she should go back to bed.
So much for today's plans: go to the yard for horse cuddles; drive to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage and paint; meet a good friend at the soon-to-be, for a catch up and to ask her advice on it; stay over so that Baggy can go to Fat Club tomorrow. Baggy texted her friend, then promptly went back to sleep. She was woken up by Minty Mutt pawing Furry Mama to get up and let him out. She couldn't actually move though as she was pinned down by the duvet, due to a certain two cats being attached to each side of her. When she asked them to move, a squeak came out of Baggy's mouth, followed by an "Ouch". She attempted to "launch" the Hinge off the duvet. Hinge thought this was a great game and used the duvet as a trampoline to dive onto Baggy's stomach - as she weighs over twelve kilograms, it wasn't!
Bracket decided to run for cover, so Baggy managed to get out the other side in the nick of time to let Minty out! It was blowing a hooley. Furry Mama made sure Derek was safe, poured the pond from his cage cover and gave him more seed. Clever Bird pointed out that Baggy was being an idiot. She was outside with just her dressing gown on and bare feet, with a cactus in her throat. She went back in feeling silly, but at least Derek was safe.
Clever Bird decided that Baggy should stay in for the rest of the day. No point in getting cold, and unnecessary driving would be silly. The wind got worse. Furry Mama looked out of the kitchen window to check Derek and realised that his cage cover was on the other side of the garden. She went out again (don't worry bloggees, she was fully clothed and shoed by then) and sorted it out. The Domestic Goddess realised that the bin should probably come in from the drive, so she went out to get it, only to realise that Billy Bob campervan's cover was wrapped around the garage and the bin was banging on the car. When she'd sorted all that out, she went back in to a message on the answer machine from a real human (not a computer), from the electricity company saying that there would be bad storms later, and leaving an emergency number. Freda Fretter wondered just how much worse it was going to get.
A bit of flopping about later, Baggy decided to rustle up The Goddess to do a bit more tidying. But the sun came out, so Furry Mama decided to take Mint for a quick walk. Dumb idea. Within a hundred yards it was raining sideways and Baggy was having to stay away from the very bendy trees. She was only out for about twenty minutes, but felt quite poorly when she got back in. Then the power went off and came back on again, so Creative Clara decided to do an early blog while she still had a Wifi signal and some electricity! The Domestic Goddess might be cooking in Billy Bob later! Stay safe bloggees............
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