Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3
Tears: None.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No, but a whole malt loaf - with butter.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): No idea.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Didn't dare check!
Overall day: 😎
Today was the first day of Baggy's new regime. She's trying to put a bit of structure back into her days. The horses seem to thrive on routine, as does Minty Mutt, so Clever Bird is hoping that Hormonal Hannah might as well. First up, Furry Mama walked the Minty Mutt. It was a cold day in little Suffolk, but at least it wasn't raining. Second up, Grotty Groom went over to see the Boys. She groomed yet another Shetland pony out of Wessles before starting his physiotherapy exercises. Fundamentally she has to get him to stretch out, to relieve his sometimes very painful, kissing spines, and to start to build his muscle back up. In order to do this, Grotty has to position a treat so that he has to stretch to reach it. However, Baggy values her fingers, so as Wesley gets a little keen to get his treats, rather than using his little minty treats, she decided to use parsnips.
The first stretch is to get him to put his head down between his legs and reach the parsnip from his girth-line. The next is also between his legs, but reaching down between his hooves. Then down to the outside of his front left hoof. Then the same to his front right hoof. Each time, he'll get a nibble of parsnip. Grotty started. Wessles was very keen on this game and merrily moved all round the stable trying to snatch the parsnips.
"Stand Wesley".
"Oh, okay. Sorry Mum. Now what?"
Grotty started to put a parsnip between his front legs from under his tummy. Wesley swung round to grab it. Grotty gently redirected his nose between his legs.
"Oh right, well why didn't you say so Mum?" said Wes, as he grabbed the parsnip - straight out of Baggy's hand and into his mouth.
She tried again. Again the whole parsnip disappeared. She hung onto the next one with all her might, and watched it disappear in one.
Ah well. Clever Bird decided to choose some of the tiny parsnips, and watch Baggy's fingers. Wessles was soon repeating the stretches hoping that a parsnip would appear. Success. Bless him. She then groomed a very grumpy Joey who was getting jealous. He loved it. Baggy headed home with horse hair wafting off her.
Gloria Gardener was not allowed in her garden today, as The Domestic Goddess really wanted to try and reclaim the house again. As she's off to get on with the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage tomorrow, she only had today. She decided to start in the snug, which looked like a bomb had hit it, as it had Baggy's Mama's very old plasma screen telly in it, that hasn't been set up for over eight years. Calum tried at the weekend, but for reasons they cannot fathom, it has no signal even though the aerial is connected. Clever Bird side-tracked The Goddess by deciding to try and make it work. Much swearing later she admitted defeat, but managed to get a DVD player to work, albeit without sound. Another hour and she also had sound. So now the snug is the DVDVD-room. As number one furry has zillions of them, this is a good thing. Having watched Taken, while The Goddess vacuumed and dusted, she then stuck one of her favourite films in, The Last Samurai. Hormonal Hannah is very easily distracted. Number one furry called, so she stopped tidying, paused the DVDVD and sat down; instantly Bracket kat leapt on her lap, Minty Mutt came and lay on her feet and Hinge cat lay by the door.
Baggy felt good. Okay, doing housework is not at the top of her agenda, but actually Hormonal Hannah felt better for getting a little bit of the house sorted again.............
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