Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8!!!
Tears: Lots.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Toad in the Hole instead - probably to be followed by pancakes.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Totally lost count, but too depressed to care.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 12st 6lbs.
Overall day: 😥
Today was always going to be a bit of a challenge for Furry Mama, as Hinge and Bracket needed to go to the vet for their annual jabs. Unfortunately the only time they go in the cat carrier is to move house or go to the vets. This is not good. They are both ninjas at avoiding getting in it. Freda Fretter didn't want to traumatise them at the new house, but needs must. Baggy and Cal got up an hour-and-a-quarter before the appointment that's just five minutes away, "just in case". Hormonal Hannah had Baggy in a panic from the moment she woke up, or more accurately, for most of her very sleepless night. But as rescue cats neither of them like strangers, so it's all very stressful for them, and it is a worry.
As it turned out, it wasn't too bad at all. Baggy got a few scratches getting them into their crate, but they behaved (as they always do), like little floppy angels, once at the vets. They might be tortoiseshells and terrified of strangers, but they never, ever hiss, spit, scratch or anything else. Baggy's scratches were purely down to "escaping" cat! They're both in good health. BUT. There's always a but isn't there? BUT, Hinge weighs 8.12 kg. Bracket weighs 6.25kg. What should a cat weigh? Yes, you may well ask that Baggees - Baggy did. Well the answer is 4 to 5kg at the most. Ooooooooops! Now Clever Bird was well aware that the Hinge is overweight (Cal calls her the "three-in-one" cat), but she didn't appreciate just how much.
But Bracket too.
It's so hard to resist those meows for food!
So nearly an hour later, after a very large bill, they were all home again. Baggy began to relax a tiny bit. The post arrived. Letter from the solicitors. Long story short - the letter had errors in it; the land purchases have been handed to yet another solicitor; the forms that Baggy has to fill in are all for selling and buying a house, not just for buying some land; Baggy's solicitors (who are just doing the easy bit) want £1,000 for each land purchase plus "bits" for various things, in ADDITION TO all the work to date that they do not bother to mention the cost of; plus Baggy and Cal have to pay both other parties' solicitors as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's going to be thousands of pounds (probably upwards of £5,000) of solicitors' fees to buy two plots of land, one for £750, the other for £2,000. Bearing in mind that Clever Bird has done all the ****ing work and the plans just need agreeing and registering.
Guess what Baggees - Hormonal Hannah put Baggy into a total meltdown. It's too much. This has now been going on for almost five years! And has already cost a fortune in solicitor's fees. The fees are going to be nearly three times the cost of the land! The land that Clever Bird is pretty sure a half-decent solicitor would have got back for them at no cost; it having been the garden for at least thirty years. Baggy couldn't stop crying and went into that dark place where she starts viewing herself from "outside". Calum totally lost his temper and will now be visiting the solicitor on Monday. Heaven help us, but he's right, this is a joke. Baggy's mood spiralled downwards.
Clever Bird decided Baggy needed to get out, so Cal and Furry Mama took Minty Mutt for a walk. Baggy felt no better. They headed into town, with a view to speaking to the bank about getting a loan or mortgage. The banks were shut. Quick visit to the Hideout Café, cappuccino and scones were consumed. They began to feel a little better. Money spent on gardening tools and paint. They felt better still. Yes Baggees, there is no logic, but when both Baggy and Calum get stressed about money, they spend it! Which is why they don't have any cash. They are a bad combination in that way! Incinerator also bought, they headed home again.
By now, Baggy had persuaded herself that there was no way that Gloria Gardener was giving up her lovely garden, so if it cost thousands to own it, then it did, it wasn't worth another meltdown, as, FACT: "Solicitors are rip-off merchants", and there's diddly-squitt that mere mortals can do about it. Calum agreed (although he'll still be "having words" on Monday).
So when they got home Calum and Gloria set to. Calum burnt things:
Gloria painted things:
Halfway through painting a) Baggy decided she needed wine and b) it started to rain. The wine kept her going through the rain. An hour or so later, Baggy was halfway through the bottle and totally sozzled. Calum was making toad-in-the-hole, but realised there were no vegetables. He decided to go and get some. Baggy thought he'd just gone to the village shop. Clearly not, as another hour on and Baggy is now at the room-beginning-to-spin stage and demolishing the biscuits she just found by the sofa and there's no sign of Calum. Today has not gone according to plan...............
PS Just as Creative Clara was about to publish this, Calum has returned, with 36 roses to cheer Baggy up!!!!!!!
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