Getting on with it.

Note to readers (my lovely bloggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy was exhausted last night, so went to bed a little after ten. She was still wide awake and tossing and turning when number one furry came up at about half eleven.
"I can't sleep".
"Why not?"
"I don't know, I just can't."
Number one furry gave her a neck massage.
"You just wanted a massage didn't you?"
Next thing she knew it was 3.00am and Minty Mutt had woken her up running and woofing in his sleep. Number one was snoring like a pneumatic drill, but Baggy hadn't heard that.

Unfortunately Baggy was really down and anxious again this morning.
"So what's the plan of destruction today then Calum?"
"I don't mind. What do you want to do?"
Silence, as Baggy tried to breathe normally and willed Calum to take charge.
"Well?"
Baggy still didn't speak.
"I guess we'd better have a look at the land, ready for when the farmer comes over later".
"Okay".
"So how do you want to do it?"
Baggy employed her inner Grrrr! and Clever Bird took over.

The morning was spent scrambling through gorse and brambles, trying not to squash daffodils, while putting Grotty's electric horse fencing up, to mark the line where Baggy and Calum would like their new garden to extend to. Followed by much measuring of string pulled through the same line. Then Clever Bird toddled out with her drawing board and attempted to draw a plan for the land registry, along with measurements. The Domestic Goddess had just gone in to make tea, when the farmer turned up. He was slightly bemused by Derek the dove, but perfectly happy with Calum and Baggy's "fencing". Now Clever Bird just has to find a way of getting the solicitor to understand it all well enough to correctly inform the Land Registry.

Lunch. Sandwich and home made sausage rolls (made by Calum not The Goddess).

"So what do you want to do this afternoon?" asked Baggy.
"I don't mind".
Baggy's heart started to race.
"Please decide Calum", thought Hormonal Hannah. Baggy didn't speak.
Neither did Calum.
"Well, we could get some roof felt and repair the shed roof" said Gloria Gardener. "It's meant to rain again tomorrow and there are big holes in the roof". Creative Clara was thinking how nice it would look painted purple.
"Okay then".

They returned with purple and orange shed paint and roofing felt. The rest of the day was spent pulling rotten wood off the shed. Calum crawling ninja style across the shed roof and covering the holes. And both Calum and Gloria cutting down (what seemed like) a few acres of Baggy biting brambles from the back of the shed. They were so bad that they were growing in through the shed wall. Once again the combination of mindless cutting and pulling of brambles, calmed Baggy down no end. Well apart from when it put Calum into a total temper as the Baggy biting brambles started on Calum. But they do seriously fight back and they hurt! His temper didn't improve when he sliced his finger with a Stanley knife. Or when a chunk of his hair was pulled out by a branch. So Baggy and Minty Mutt retired to make a cup of tea while he calmed down. But the war on brambles was worth it, and it is after all going to be number one furry's shed.

Most of the sausage rolls got munched throughout the afternoon. Now they're just waiting for the roast pork to cook. They'll need the energy boost, because if it isn't raining tomorrow, enemy number one will be gorse rather than brambles...........