No two ways about it, number one furry is not very well, so today has not gone according to plan. (Again). Never mind. The poor man has a terrible cough that's wiping him out, so while he's flopped about all day Baggy has been beavering. There was snow on the ground this morning, so before she did anything else Furry Mama put lots of food out for the birdies. In spite of the cold and the grey, Baggy felt quite bright, so she decided to get on with things before they headed to the yard and then to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage (again). Yes bloggees, you might well ask why Baggy is heading there again. Well she has to, thanks to Creative Clara who had put a few bids in at Saturday's auction. She has won two of them: a display case and a lot of Murano glass figures and perfume bottles for Realuv. Trouble is they have to be paid for and collected by tomorrow at the latest. Why does she need a display case? Because she is going to do her first pop-up shop at a friend's show in May, so she needs something for the little bits, jewellery etc. She is rather excited about this venture, but she wants to do it properly, so has lots to think about for it.
The Domestic Goddess decided to get on with house reclaiming, while Calum watched the telly. It's rather scary how quickly houses seem to be able to get on top of The Domestic Goddess, no matter how hard she tries. But at least she is trying. She even created a space for Clara to pack her shop orders, so that's a plus. In between hanging washing up to dry, hoovering, relocating stuff, bed-making, washing up, sorting out towels for the soon-to-be-a, stroking furries and making cups of tea, The Goddess rustled up a roast pork lunch. Calum was still in his dressing gown. It occurred to Clever Bird that perhaps they wouldn't be going to the yard or soon-to-be-a after all. So she carried on with more stuff.
After lunch Furry Mama could not stand Minty Mutt's sad looking eyes any longer, so decided to brave the arctic weather and take him out. Flipping heck, it really was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Creative Clara loves that expression, and no bloggees it is not rude! The brass monkey was the name given to the triangular stand that the iron canon balls were stacked on, on galleons. When the temperature dropped, the brass contracted, the iron expanded and the canon balls rolled off the monkey. See, Baggy is a fount of useless information, but Clara digresses. It was freezing. Baggy's eyes were watering. Minty Mutt was loving it.
The atmosphere was odd though. The hackles on Baggy's neck were going up as Psychic Ploppo had a weird moment. The light was very atmospheric/spooky. Ploppo could "feel" people around her. Even Minty seemed a little unsure. There were two huge birds of prey hovering above Baggy and Minty, probably buzzards, but because of how Psychic Ploppo was feeling, Creative Clara convinced herself that they were vultures.
There are usually lots of dog walkers about, but today was very quiet. Minty decided to entertain himself by creating a stick for Furry Mama to throw for him!
Of course, as soon as Furry Mama picked it up to do so, he lost interest. By the time they got home again Baggy was frozen. Cal was still in his dressing gown, so now The Goddess is thinking of rustling up some comfort food, pancakes - thanks for nothing Hormonal Hannah.............
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