Black day.

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

Baggy's daily state! Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Very black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 7.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Might need some.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): ??.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): Scales remain hidden!
Overall day:  😕

Number one furry was up and away at 4.30am. Baggy was too down to get up even when she woke at 8.00. She finally emerged at 10.00. The black cloud was overwhelming. It took another hour for Baggy to get out from under it enough to get showered and dressed, but in the meantime she had to answer the front door to a neighbour who wants to ride Joey (in her dressing gown, with hairy legs sticking out and her newly brushed hair down and in loo-brush mode). Then she transferred a ton of money to pay solicitors to get on with the land purchases. Then she paid two lots of water rates. And had a phone conversation with Cal. And another one with her sister. By now Baggy felt a teeny bit better, enough to get Furry Mama out with Minty Mutt.

Walking through Holton churchyard Archaeologist Annie spotted what appeared to be a Neolithic arrowhead in the top of a mole hill. Baggy bent down and picked it up, while Minty sniffed the nearest grave. Annie realised it wasn't flint, it was a bit of bone. She was just turning it over in her hand, looking at it more closely, when Clever Bird registered where she was: IN A GRAVEYARD! She gently put the bone back in the mole hill while trying not to freak out.

It hasn't been great weather in little old Suffolk today; quite chilly, totally overcast and a bit blustery, but Baggy didn't want to be inside. Clever Bird agreed and persuaded Gloria Gardener to have a little go at the front borders. They needed it! But before she could start Furry Mama had to have yet another word with one of her featheries! This blackbird is a nightmare. So demanding. And so noisy. It's alarm call, which is fairly constant, is ear-splitting. It used to do it only if Hinge or Bracket were outside, now it does it whenever the kitchen doors are open. But it's also started dive-bombing the cats AND Furry Mama if she doesn't make them go back in the house. Furry Mama pointed out that it was the cats' and her garden too!

Not that it paid any attention! The starting point of the little borders:

Gloria set to. Baggy instantly started feeling a little better, even though it was really cold. Trying to differentiate between grass and bulby-leaves, really not easy. You need to remember baggees that Gloria is as good a gardener as The Goddess is a domestic - she isn't one! But nearly two hours later, having abandoned her coat and her fleece because Baggy got hot when the sun came out, and then put them back on when the wind picked up, it started raining! But Gloria had got somewhere on just the one border.

Throughout most of her working, Furry Mama knew that at least one of the cats was hovering near the kitchen door because the blackbird was creating havoc in the back garden! How this little border took nearly two hours to do is anyone's guess, but Baggy felt much calmer once it was done. Now to start pricing things for Realuv.............